dust

traditional belief says that the african soil is red because of all the blood that has been spilled in the fight for freedom.

other people say that once you step onto this red, african soil it has a way of getting under your skin and into your soul.

i can 100% agree with the latter.

today i rode my bike into the bush to visit a rural school. the visit was successful and will hopefully lead to a lasting partnership with school mission. but best of all was biking through the red, dusty roads, greeting the locals and watching as life drifted by. children wandered home, armed with slingshots ready to shot down a bird or two. women gracefully passed by carrying various wares balanced delicately on their heads. the men mostly stumbled drunkenly into my path.

oh, africa.