“ You cannot leave Africa , Africa said . It is always with you , there inside your head . Our rivers run in currents in the swirl of your thumbprints ; our drumbeats counting out your pulse ; our coastline the silhouette of your soul .”
“ You cannot leave Africa , Africa said . It is always with you , there inside your head . Our rivers run in currents in the swirl of your thumbprints ; our drumbeats counting out your pulse ; our coastline the silhouette of your soul .”
— Bridget Dore , South African poet