Africa floods in on me.
The sights; those crippled by polio, so many homeless sleeping on piles of garbage, cars racing by, baskets of chickens on the way to market, the common AK47 held by guards in stores and at the gates, young people sniffing bottles of glue, no hope for tomorrow, red eyes and dazed looks.
The smells; little fires smolder through out the day and night, lungs filling from the smoke of buring garbage, dark diesel fumes fill the busy streets.
The sounds; barking dogs throughout the darkness of the night, early morning song birds, prayers ringing out from the temples, beeping horns.
The tastes; warm coca cola, bread, hard boiled eggs.
The touches; little hands reaching out for mine. Oh how good it is.
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