i flew out to south africa for pj and gereth's wedding.
i flew home to the land where i was born, the place of the always familiar. my land where the high blue sky of day and the deep dark of star clad night embraces my soul with a fierce ownership. the voice of africa fall gentle on ears grown accustomed to hearing the speech of a far country.
africa, my homeland, my country.
the land in which i was conceived and grew, where i first learnt to love, where my children were born and thrived and ventured into adulthood.
my land, where i recognise the creatures of the air and the earth, i breathe familiar the scent of africa and my eyes read the weather in the african sky.
africa, as comforting as the arms of a beloved mother, always there, always waiting for the return of the prodigal.
