| | The world is a wondrous place and some would say each continent is a family, each country a person in its own right. Africa is an assembly of wise women who clasp each other's hands as they gaze the world confidently in the eye. There are moments of stillness, there are moments of swaying, moments of blazing dance and wild abandon, moments of knowing, moments of slow steps through mourning and counting loss, there are moments of giving thanks, and moments of prayers, stooping. One of the oldest wise women is Mother Somalia who rises from her long night's meditation, strolls across blood red hills and plains and settles by the coast in the morning sun to savour the waves of the sea. All day long, as she counts the waves, her own scattered daughters draw near. Sometimes they have travelled from the four corners of the globe. It is as though wind and water have brought them together, all together, on this glorious morning. |
