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Nanga def?

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September 29th, 2009 at 1:57 am

Friendships and tea are best made slowly

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Don’t come to Africa if you think you have nothing to learn here. Take the west with all its time saving gadgets and falsely modest claims of the workaholic and see that it is yet unsatisfied, as empty as a vacuum.
One of the Rats of Nimh on the short story, The Rat Race

“It was about a woman in a small town who bought a vacuum cleaner. Her name was Mrs. Jones, and up until then she, like all her neighbors, had kept her house spotlessly clean by using a broom and a mop. But the vacuum cleaner did it faster and better, and soon Mrs. Jones was the envy of all the other housewives in town- so they bought vacuum cleaners, too.

The vacuum cleaner business was so brisk, in fact, that the company that made them opened a branch factory in town. The factory used a lot of electricity, of course, and so did the women with their vacuum cleaners, so the local electric power company had to put up a big new plant to keep them all running. In its furnaces the power plant burned coal, and out of its chimneys black smoke poured day and night, blanketing the town with soot and making all the floors dirtier than ever. Still, by working twice as hard and twice as long the women of the town were able to keep their floors almost as clean as they had been before Mrs. Jones ever bought a vacuum cleaner in the first place.

…the reason I had read it so eagerly was that it was called “The Rat Race”- which, I learned, means a race where, no matter how fast you run, you don’t get anywhere. But there was nothing in the book about rats, and I felt bad about the title because, I thought, it wasn’t a rat race at all, it was a People Race…”

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March 14th, 2009 at 7:56 pm

‘Who’s gonna drown in your blue sea?’

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The ocean feeds without prejudice on the corrupt and the blameless and spits out bones and shells and sea glass.

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February 23rd, 2009 at 9:45 pm

The port of Soumbédioune

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the fishing ships come in laden with buckets of fruits de mer and mermaid tails

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February 12th, 2009 at 3:31 pm

The sea makes treasure hunters of us all

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Sometimes you scan the horizon for your vanishing point and just dream.

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February 7th, 2009 at 12:47 pm

‘Take these hands, teach them what to carry’

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i saw muslims worrying their prayer beads, lips moving soundlessly. I saw talibés with their tomato cans, mostly empty. i saw a porter carrying flats of eggs balanced impossibly atop his head. i saw women carrying babies; cats, chicken bones and i saw seagulls with silver flashing fish. and i saw a man with nothing, his arms were outstretched and empty but he carried the weight of the whole world.

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February 2nd, 2009 at 9:48 pm

The Harmattan is blowing in

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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.

Ten minutes after I took this the dust rolled over us and the sky went nearly black.
In this post: Wiki about the harmattan. How snowflakes are formed.

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January 7th, 2009 at 1:03 am

Why I blog about Africa

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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. You inspire me. Go read about all that he does for Africa.
I hereby tag Szavanna from South Africa and Esther Garvi aka Ishtar from Niger.

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January 2nd, 2009 at 10:52 am

The sea holds many secrets

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December 23rd, 2008 at 11:18 pm

Come back to life.

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by night you twist and turn and try not to dream and by day you haunt a house you can’t breathe in, can’t eat. but you’re changing.

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December 16th, 2008 at 3:09 pm

No man is an island, entire of itself.

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you avowed young that with suspiciously guarded land borders and territorial waters you could prove John Donne wrong. but you never anticipated pursuit from above.

and so it begins…

From this post:
John Donne

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December 14th, 2008 at 6:07 pm

Sun is coming up on the ocean

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you fall into bed nearly broken, the sorrows and victories of the day bittersweet on your tongue. but joy comes in the morning.

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December 11th, 2008 at 1:12 am

Tea under the avocado tree

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December 4th, 2008 at 3:25 pm

urban camouflage

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December 2nd, 2008 at 10:53 am

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Things are going to slide

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all is well in your comfortable life and you cannot sleep most nights. so you move closer to the equator where the sun and the struggle knocks you flat on your back like a fallen goliath and your alarm clock is the bustle of the street waking up and an occasional early dawn riot.

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November 28th, 2008 at 11:10 am