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Africa Day 25 May 2010

Africa

I Love sunshine,

our music, her humility, its people,

the ocean, the majestic mountains,

the stars, the magic, its mystic,

she is unspoiled, the way rhythm is in our hips,

her food with flavour fit for queens and kings,

our names that hold our histories and lineage close,

the songs we sing when we happy and like a lullaby when we are sad, the drum that echoes our dream to the world,

I Love our cities her walls built from oppression but are now homes of our dreams,

I Love our villages rooted, a reminder of our sophisticated simplicity,

I Love how her magnitude stretches from here to there.

her endless prospects,

when you see her you are struck by her obvious beauty, its inexplicably true, it is LOVE.

The Activist.

It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful.

It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom.

The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love.


The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony

Hello Africa! Tell me how you are doing.

MUSIC.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.