peregrine by nature

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

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

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

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.

he ran to me and asked for my Kirene bottle, one quarter full. they passed it around in a circle, taking careful mouthfuls until the water is gone and i’m no longer my own. some days you cry so hard your ribs might break.

Beaching a fishing pierog in Saly. Many Africans pay a fee to take a boat like this one to the Canary Islands to seek a better life. The trip can take up to two weeks through treacherous waters and thousands attempting it have died of thirst, exposure and drowning. A radar system has now been set up in the Canaries that detects immigrant vessels before they reach shore.

Sometimes we scare ourselves with our promise. The spirit within each of us. Sometimes I have to grip the ground to keep from jumping off.

Be happy, young man, while you are young,
and let your heart give you joy in the days of your youth.

the moon endlessly orbits the beach pulling sand out to sea until one morning you wake up and the Atlantic is at your doorstep, asking for a cup of sugar and to sit for a while, chat about the weather.