The Only Color I Saw in Africa

Join me today for 5 Minute Friday with The Gypsy Mama where we write for five minutes on a given topic.  No editing. No criticism.  No worry.  Today’s topic is: Color

Where I am from, in the deep heart of the southern United States, color runs deep. Its roots stretch back into shameful times when it colored our world instead of just our skin. Sometimes these roots still surface above the packed tight soil. And we forget from where we’ve come.

As I contemplated my journey to Africa, I wondered about these roots. Whether they would be there, too, packed deep within the soil. I wondered if their eyes would see my color and my eyes see theirs.

But with every outstretched hand I greeted and every body I touched my eyes saw love. There were no colors in our world in the middle of the bush in Africa.

Only love.

Immediately I loved them – like sisters and brothers and friends. Wanting to touch them and know them and serve them.

Love. The only color I saw in Africa.

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