Out of Africa

“If I know a song of 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 Ngong Hills look out for me?”  

~Karen Blixen 

I am now a Returned Peace Corps Volunteer,

but a piece of my heart will always live in Africa

♥