Africa calls..

South-----Africa!
A note regarding this paragraph, I don’t mean to discount your comprehension of my feelings in this paragraph, but I do have the feeling that only those who have lived in Africa or are Africa, will relate on a silent understanding which will require no words.

Emotion hit me as I stepped from the plane. The warm soothing tropical air infused with ocean salt and tropical flowers embraced me, carrying me back to my travels to Hawaii and Kenya, equally. A warm reception to a “home” experienced 12 years prior. Riding in the car, a feeling of excitement flowed through me, which I could only guess the early travelers of Africa witnessed. The silent wildness of Africa easily over powered the human manipulated landscape of technology, industry, and lights and bit into me as we passed into Port Elisabeth. Deeply penetrating my heart, the underlying energy of this contentent . I know but cannot passify that vibe of energy that reaches my soul. I had forgotten I carried this feeling; that it was part of me. It was suppressed much like children’s given supernatural abilities. It now beckons and calls, it is in the wood, the soil, the plants, and the sun. A hunger that no food can tame. Come to me, come to me, my skin prickles. I hear the hushed voice on the wind, “what took you so long? Your calling is here, what took you so long?” The seed has been driven deeper into me.