Echoes of Africa

A thousand untidy steps to the bus stop, none of them flat.

Coming to amongst the eucalyptuses of Entoto, wandering into the consciousness of existence halfway across the world.

The white smile lighting the little girl’s face accompanying the appearance of the lightbulb over her head.

Everpresent death. Overflowing life.

The feel of a thousand eyes on You, The Apparition.

Pools of fire in her eyes, burning, yearning, burning like life, burning like the Ethiopian sun. A million unspoken words in her fiery eyes.

The purity of tears.

Alone in a tent on the edge of the Masai Mara, on the edge of the world. More alone than one could ever be amongst strangers. Dawn looming. So terrifyingly, blissfully alone.