Party
They say that once Africa is in your blood, it’s impossible to get it out. Today, while dancing in one of Harare’s nightclubs, I realized what that is so: Africans are full of life. When you encounter this and realize you’ve lived a rather ‘dull’ life, you rediscover yourself through the African culture and environment. Like going through puberty, there’s no way back and Africa ends up in your blood.
It’s the same reason why I think Africa won’t get into my blood. I believe I’m already full of life enough. I can handle this without changing too much.