All in Africa
The saddle of a cheap motorbike, the deck of a riverboat, the open bed of a prehistoric pickup truck - in Africa, I’m happiest on the move.
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Neither of us spoke the other’s language, but she held my hand the way they do when they’re saying something important and they want you to get it.
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The sun is melting me into the deck. I feel remote, dreamy, relaxed and free - I could be perfectly content riding this boat all day.
Abruptly we pulled to the curb, and Matthew began to talk to a bunch of men sitting in lawn chairs under a tree: robed, Ray-Ban-ed, exaggerated cool. I was taken aback when Matthew announced that these men would change our money, and it suddenly seemed that the transaction was urgent.
It reminded me how much alike we all are when we're young and open-minded - when faith and friendliness come easy.
as our airplane approached Abuja, I could see out the window that we were about to land in a place very different from where I come from. I had never been to Africa before. I was really excited, and more than a little afraid.
