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african dust is kicked up and blown west on the trade winds where it freezes in midair and falls on your tongue and mittens.

I blog about Africa because I was raised by one of her tribes. And because here things that are ragged are patched and cherished. Because sub Saharan thunderstorms are so deafening you have to believe in heaven. And mostly I blog about Africa because I want you to come, and fall in love.

Thanks awfully to whiteafrican for tagging me.
Also read Esther Garvi from Niger.

in the south of senegal standing up for a promised future gets you a complimentary headshot in the local paper. sugar, fertilizer and TNT make an explosive cocktail in the middle east. as for me this foam mattress is cheap and there is no honey for my tea and i’m counting these as blessings.
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