Loads of churches and church related schools and unis
Loads of armed security men at every entrance
Roads are like a motor-museum, as entertaining as polluting: Classic english models from the fifties to modern art graffitied glow in the dark busses
Red earth and scattered clouds contrasting the the blue on top there
Down here trees stand relaxed, secure of themselves , this is THEIR place
Massive woman heeling up and down, their femininity dressed up in as many colours as possible
And how do walking men keep their shoes shiny and their suits clean will forever remain a mystery
Kindness
Surprise
Sadness
Distrust
Are some of the feelings their eyes show, from the littlest ones to the most senior ones
Attentive and happy is what they are despite all
Proud is how they stand
Africa is Africa and you can feel it in its beat , a rhythm of its own
Elephants inside the supermarket , giraffes directing traffic from atop the roundabout and the feeling that all those things that would be oh so inconvenient at home, are what give this place an air of romance, a sight of when in Africa ...
