By Khi'Aura and Ibby, Matthew, Angelo
Senegal–
Line of sea fading to sky
Long-horned cattle meandering along the beach
Black sillhouette of boats against the sunset
I see you
Senegal–
Birds calling from Acacia bows,
Rythmic cadence of Wolof,
Crash of waves outside my room,
I hear you
Senegal–
Woodsmoke drifting from the kitchen
Diesel wafting through the open car window
Mafe gerte
I smell you
Senegal–
Chalky fruit I pick from the husk of the Baobab fruit,
Sweet ataya we share after lunch
The tang of tamarind, heat of kaani
I taste you
Senegal–
Sand between my toes
I love you
And I know I haven´t seen anything yet I know there is more to come
