Mwangi made me think. And think and think and think.
He wants to know why I blog about Africa.
I really did try to come up with something intelligent and profound.
But, the truth trumps it all. In the end.
It’s, plain and simple, a congenital condition. Hardly terminal, but not curable.
Africa is under my skin. Africa is the voices in my head. Africa is the itch on my back that I can’t quite reach.
Africa is my “I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me.” She’s all over me like wet on water.
When one day I began to experiment with blogging, naturally she tagged along and so here we are.
She’s beautiful and she’s strong and she’s got so much to give, she inspires me and I love her truly madly deeply.
She’s battered and bruised and sometimes broken and I love her even more.
She’s always on my mind and in my heart.
It’s not so much, then, that I choose to blog about Africa. It’s that I can’t not.
I really wish the world would see in her all that I see in her.
That’s another reason why I blog about Africa: To make this wish come true.
Here are a range of bloggers whose thoughts on the subject I think would be interesting (and varied) to read:
J.K. whom I’ve only just discovered
Ben Byerly (although I’m suitably sheepish about tagging him because I owe him a meme, I know, which I’m still working on, I promise).