I find so much peace in an African village. Away from the city, away from the crowds of people, the traffic and the noise. The village is quite, filled with so much tradition, respect, kind people and religion. I love walking down a bushy road with high grass on both sides. The sand is red brown and for as long as the eye can see, there is nobody around you. Nobody who is calling your name, no cars, just you, one with the nature.
In the afternoon hours, when the sun is beginning to set, when you no longer feel the burning heat hitting against your forehead, the temperature is nurturing your body, telling you, that the life is sweet. Walking with my slippers in the sand, I feel, as if I am a tiny being on this large continent, which has such a power to either swallow you up, or embrace you with all its' love.
I see children approaching me, calling out to me with curiosity. As a stranger in their village I great them respectfully. Being older and as a guest you are treated with respect. A simple gesture of kindness makes you feel welcomed and appreciated. A simple touch of affection, gives me a smile on my face. A smile, which is universal, with the same meaning, regardless of your colour, age, nor sex.
I respect the kids for their urge to learn, their positiveness, eagerness and love. I respect the elders, for their knowledge,wisdom, firmness and their love. The life is hard and they have lived it. They have endured and the know the art of love. They know the secrets, which only comes with experience and you have to live the life to know. They know you, even before you enter to greet them. They know your matter and are ready with a solution. A simple look will reveal it all. Their faces are mysterious, their body full of marks. These codes, only understood, by those who are wearing the same, include a passport and the story of their lives. The always have the right and final answer, your age and life has a status. They meet and gather all togehther, all the wise and knowledgeable. Your would be surprised how much wisdom you would miss out on, if you would take the age for granted.
I miss this place, my sweet country. It is full of wonders, simplicity and complexity at the same time. It is full of disappointment, joy, chaos and peace. I is a soup with plenty of spices, cooked so differently, yet so tasty, by each and everyone.
In the afternoon hours, when the sun is beginning to set, when you no longer feel the burning heat hitting against your forehead, the temperature is nurturing your body, telling you, that the life is sweet. Walking with my slippers in the sand, I feel, as if I am a tiny being on this large continent, which has such a power to either swallow you up, or embrace you with all its' love.
I see children approaching me, calling out to me with curiosity. As a stranger in their village I great them respectfully. Being older and as a guest you are treated with respect. A simple gesture of kindness makes you feel welcomed and appreciated. A simple touch of affection, gives me a smile on my face. A smile, which is universal, with the same meaning, regardless of your colour, age, nor sex.
I respect the kids for their urge to learn, their positiveness, eagerness and love. I respect the elders, for their knowledge,wisdom, firmness and their love. The life is hard and they have lived it. They have endured and the know the art of love. They know the secrets, which only comes with experience and you have to live the life to know. They know you, even before you enter to greet them. They know your matter and are ready with a solution. A simple look will reveal it all. Their faces are mysterious, their body full of marks. These codes, only understood, by those who are wearing the same, include a passport and the story of their lives. The always have the right and final answer, your age and life has a status. They meet and gather all togehther, all the wise and knowledgeable. Your would be surprised how much wisdom you would miss out on, if you would take the age for granted.
I miss this place, my sweet country. It is full of wonders, simplicity and complexity at the same time. It is full of disappointment, joy, chaos and peace. I is a soup with plenty of spices, cooked so differently, yet so tasty, by each and everyone.
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