I am intrigue by her body, season changes, her color and temperature
shades pinks unmatched. It is that which lies beneath her surface that lances into my consciousness… Salt from the earth.
but what else is there and who cares? No arms, no legs, no breast, faceless just a body still, laying, poise and full of grace that arrested my every visit.
Standing at her shores I watch them labor, women, men and children on their mother’s back, my brothers, sisters, sons and daughters toiling in the burning sun and pouring the rain
Again and again.
As Leopold Senghor says:
“The Civilization of the twentieth century cannot be universal except by being a dynamic synthesis of all the cultural values of all civilizations.
it will be monstrous unless it is seasoned with the salt of negri-tude, for it will be without the savor of Humanity”
I began to think about the Ocean they made my people cross and wondered
from whom and whence I came?
But is affirmed by the words of the Right Honorable Marcus Mosiah Garvey
Africa for the Africans ….at home and abroad….
in 2020, I did my DNA and it takes me here, Senegal, Guinea, Guinea-Bissau and the Gambia. I am a decedent of Balanta’s and these are my people.