I held a dream a long time of marrying into the Turkana tribe in Kenya. It was one of a few I was aching to become a part of in my search for a wife years ago.
I have the nostalgia for the powers of the old days in Africa. I don't have the romance of Africa within me having lived there. What I feel is the land, and the land, the touch and the stories of the land and how they feel coursing up through the feet is beyond words. The histories of various parts of the continent, like Senegal, and the struggles of the time the old pictures were taken were wrought with turmoil as the colonial powers tore through the countries.
What that was like is on this elder's face. Is it not? How could those emotions have not been upon his face if there was a white man taking his picture? - Dawn Wolf 2.24.13
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