not knowing anything, I used to hear tings that used to make me dream in a big way..tings dat sounded real sweet, and so far away they were the ends of the universe...and full of mystery..the names of places with that ring of forever...
Kashmir in India was one such name..Manila and Philippines were two more..Morocco and Aden. no English name caught my spirit, nor European name..or if one, two or more did, I don't remember at this point. but the African names in particular did..not that I knew they were African names of cities... and nations and places in them.
they would all tune in to the English news on the raydio and I would hear about these places and the trouble there. and I would hear the names., names, names...sweet, captivating....Monrovia, Dar Es Salaam, Cairo, Marrakech, Kinshasa, Harare', Maputo, Antananarivo, Madagascar, Kampala, Addis Ababa, Lusaka....
oh boy! I used to dream and dream about those places, exotic places,magnificent places, brilliant places of light and color, jewels and great men and women, people, splendid people who were better than us, taller, powerful: And so far away you could not come back if you went there..it would take too long
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