“If I know a song about Africa...of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Kagulu Hills look out for me?” ~ Karen von Blixen
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I didn't know you were born and grew up in Africa? WOW sounds lovely. I have very fond memories of where I was born and grew up and it was downtown Chicago. Funny how we love and long for where we once came even though that place would never be the same again today.
Val, I was actually born in NC...but we moved to Tanzania when I was 5 and I stayed until a year after high school. I've been back numerous times...some longer than others...and in various capacities. It'll always be Home. And I'll always be a foreigner--here and there.
My husband just wrote a very beautiful piece on his own longing for home.
Tanzania? Wow, I bet you have some interesting stories. Yes, I love the sound of the rain on the rough too!
Your writing is wonderfully evocative, Dori. I've never been to any country on the African continent, but your writing on the subject makes it feel like home.
You know I can't read that particular quote out loud without getting emotional. If I didn't have last summer's safari so near still, I wouldn't even be able to read it at all. And forget watching the movie and hearing Meryl speak the words.
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