My Love Affair with Africa

I wrote this article about a year ago, and since that time I've been fortunate enough to return to the absolute wonderfulness that is Africa. And after returning home to Austin a few short weeks ago, I've once again sunk into an abyss of depression and homesickness for Africa. My beautiful, sweet Africa. I've cried myself to sleep every night since returning. It's all I can think about and I long to return.

My greatest fear is that I'll never return, like Isaak Dinesen after she left the continent for the last time. At the end of Out of Africa, when the words appear on the screen: "Isaak Dinesen never returned to Africa." How sad is that?!? I don't want that to be my fate. And I'm determined that it won't be. I'll be back. And if I have anything to say about it (and you know I do), I just may stay.

Here's the short piece I wrote last year. It still doesn't do justice to the real thing. I've only visited two of her beautiful countries, but I'm certain I'll love every other one as much as those I've been lucky enough to have seen and experienced. I know there's more out there, hidden deep within the bosom of Africa ... beautiful and quiet and waiting to be discovered ... by me.

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