There is something potent about that continent. The patchwork of countries, roughly hewn into a unifying, shimmering quilt of colours. In its ebony blackness, impenetrable as the night sky, the glowing mahogany that glistens in the burnished sun, in the deep wrinkles of wisdom, the lithe bodies of the weatherbeaten leather that hangs, stretched, tough and durable, there is something there. In its living flesh, the porous skin of its earth that breathes, in the resounding song imbibing the first fruits, the parched ground, the thunderstorms of rain clouds, with vibrancy, agency, vivacity there is something to be found, somewhere in Africa.
#131 ~ Somewhere in Africa