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| AFRICA Mmm, let it roll over your tongue... A mystery, a destination We all have AFRICA in us. |
| I lived my childhood in Africa, mainly behind a fence, but the country has a different scent to it. The air seems to be alive. Calling to you from outside, begging you to play with it, like a ball in the corner of a dusty room. Waking up in Africa is the greatest adventure. Not matter what the day might bring, the first quick seconds would be filled with thrills and excitement, when your nose smells the air, and your body feels the heat, and the day has begun and you are eager to join it. It is filled with the Will to Live. Africa is a million rivers hidden in the forests, loud forests. Africa is dust and sand, heat, and trees. Africa is animals. Dominant nature, expressive nature, loud nature. But now, Africa has a new definiton for me: It means "primitive", it is where all life began, it is where people know no greed, where events and feelings are divided into good or bad. I think Africa is when your blood boils, when you want to shout for joy, or scream for anger or because somebody hurt you. Africa is connected to nature; it is running with the wind, climbing trees, or messing around with the sand until your hands are sore. Picking fruits from trees. Everyone has africa in them. That's africa to me. And no matter where I am, I feel closest to africa and to my heart, when I am sitting in a tree eating a fruit. A Mango Memoir Road to Home the bathroom window is a fine place to be |