Just mention the word Africa
Just mention the word Africa,
and my ears prick up like a cat.
Out of sheer intrigue,
out of passion,
for a continent that is,
and I don’t care what anyone says,
special in more ways than words could ever explain.
I’m not just saying it.
You have to go to understand.
But just mention Africa
to someone who doesn’t get it.
To the souls that never cared to wonder, or thought to see something for themselves.
I stopped myself from saying Africa, particularly to the ones that will never get it.
It’s like, the whole energy shifts, the body language and all that jazz.
From the simple word Africa, that is. So scary indeed.
But I must wonder, what is the problem with Africa?
Growing up,
I never imagined I’d have the opportunity
to explore such an extraordinary continent.
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I am lucky. I witnessed “AfRiCa”.
Not from the perspective that the whole continent is a “mess”. Spoken of so confidently by someone who has never been.
So Africa, should I stop mentioning you?
Should we stop mentioning you?
Or should we let the ignorance dwell in the thought they never got to experience the magic in that place.
The kinda magic that changes you forever.
The uniqueness that is set out in every one of the 54.
Africa, let’s keep sharing more of that goodness,
Much more of the good stuff over there. Perhaps more than over here.
Much love,
Anam
A piece written by over hearing a conversation in the coffee shop, turned into a reflection on ignorance, perception, belonging and your love for Africa.
