It's the Africa in Me

Nov 17, 2015, 09:51 AM

IT’S THE AFRICA IN ME August 1999 . It’s the Africa in me that loves the forest in which I wake, that sees and hears its fauna and flora and revels in their names. . It’s the Africa in me that you hear in my spirited conversation, that shakes my shoulders as I sob my sorrows or laughs my insides, inside-out. . It’s the Africa in me that keeps me reading poetry deep into the night and causes me to stroke the sinuous muscles of my striped, domestic cat and kiss the muzzle of my gently nickering horse. . It’s the Africa in me that has taught me how to love and patches up the fragments of my soul after each disaster and renews my zeal and increases my understanding in preparation for the next onslaught. . It’s the Africa in me that has carried me from my first baby breath and will support me to my very last. . I am truly a child born of Africa.