My Dream Of Africa

My Dream Of Africa

I dreamt of deep sunsets and bold sunrises

I found them

I heard that they all lived in huts

Wore loin cloths

Danced around fires and chanted while banging drums

Yes, there are fires

Sometimes there are drums

But there are also microwaves

Electricity

And bad soap operas

Africa is not a lump of generality

It is specific and real

Unique to each country

Each village

Each family

Each African

Is it so hard to imagine an Africa of complexity?

This is the Africa I’ve come to know through visiting the North, South and West

And yet I still do not have a grasp of what this vast continent holds