As I was beginning to settle into being back home, I was whisked away by a longing to a corner of the world called Dakar, Senegal.
But gladly. For about a month my life may chart a direct course toward my becoming more knowledgeable on Africa. It is different. HOT!! Infact I may have suffered from heat exhaustion hence a prescribed dosage of codine and paracetamol and mandatory rest.
I visited Goree Island and was torn inside by where my brothers and sisters were sent off to plantations. Standing at "The Door of No Return" I felt a growing anger at mine and my fellow human's forgetfulness at the classification of my family as animals.
No pictures. Go there.
There is a man there. Who knows alot about the origin of Africans and about the untold history. About the
Peace.
