There are times when I experience something that is uniquely African, that my heart swells in my chest, and it expands to my eyes trying to push out of my body because it is so big and proud of my Africaness. Last night I experienced that again. Drums beating to a rhythm that is only African. Dancing and singing in a language I don't even understand, and big black men with dreadlocks beating drums with a ferocious energy that is intoxicating.
I love being an African.
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