It's that time again - that time when I pack my bags and peace out of town!
For nearly two years I lived on a bus full of wonderful Africans. Two groups of people that quickly became my second and third families. I learned about their cultures, languages, tribes, cities, villages, families..... I realned how to tark with my L's and my R's arr mixed alound. I learned to sing countless songs in languages I don't know and how to shake my cabina with the best of the white folk.
All the while, looking forward to the day when I could walk on their soil with them and experience their homeland as they have experienced mine.
Well, friends....
