Last night I found a book at a local library that combined two of my all time favorite things; Africa and mystery novels. It is called Mark of the Lion and is written by Suzanne Arruda. Each chapter starts with a quote from a book called the Traveler. Chapter 5 begins,
"Africa's voice is neither the siren call luring men to promised fortune nor the primal sceram of bloodlust and danger. It is the whisper to the sleeping soul, a call of awakening that seeps out of its ancient rocks like a hidden, life-giving spring. It can be drunk and accepted as is or it can be dammed and converted to power. The response depends entirely on the soul."
That has been my experience so totally. Africa has seaped into my soul and now, still, almost 5 years after being there I dream of going back pretty much daily. For me it is the life giving spring. How bizzarre that a girl from the NJ suburbs feels more at home in Africa than in NJ? But that is my reality. When I was in Kenya and Tanzania my heart just sighed, "Ahhh, home."