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Does Africa Know My Name?

Once touched by Africa, one never forgets.

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I’ve nothing to say about Africa except that it is so beautiful — in a desperate sort of way. There’s always something to look at, yet you feel you have no right to do so.

Africa makes you want to sit down and talk
makes you want to stand and walk
makes you wonder how huge the sky
and makes you want to see and cry

Because I have lost something, I have lost the energy to accept sorrow, so I bumped and rumbled from Senegal to Gambia. I rested that initiative and chartered a Catamaran from Captain Morgan Cruises, typically based in Malta, and sailed off on a warm sea ahead wind with a sharp.

Africa shines on a brand-new day
and always in a brand-new way
we learn to stand on our own
shine on my African home

I had to know what I was about, that I had needs, and maybe those needs were a profession, not dumb silence to keep peace, not jogging along in contentment. I worked till I could fight no more. I saw Africa smile, something of recognition; it may have been a smile of appreciation. It…