AFRICA IS HOME

I hear drumming in a distance so faint...and it reminds me of someone. She’s not mainstream beautiful, she’s art and I love her. She is my church and beautiful as can be. She’s not perfect but her imperfections make her perfect in my eyes. Her warm friendliness and naturalness makes me feel at home and happy fresh air and the wild life she keeps makes her daring and exciting. She’s the least artificial out there and so peaceful. Her children are so beautiful….people of such uniqueness and colour all sizes and personalities. And her music….her beautiful song is a perfect melody the sound of her heart is beautiful drums beat by such strong hands and producing incredible rhythm easy to dance to and explains why her children are such amazing dancers they always bring the party. People call her a place of darkness but she’s my light and many think of fleeing her while my stomach knots at such a thought. She has shown me what love is. She has so many different beautiful cultures to celebrate because of her many talented and creative children, so colourful and beautiful. She feeds us right from her body provides us with all we need. But still some of her children forsake her love but she always takes them back always forgives because her heart is gold she knows no hate only love. But the constant hate is taking a toll on her and it frightens me she is losing it and disappearing slowly. Great big tears in her eyes as she looks at what her children have become and how they disrespect her, but she still loves them unconditionally and her love grows every day. That’s why I love her so much she gives so much. Despite all her scars and hurt. She’s imperfectly perfect. She is home. She is Africa.