The people pray like I’ve never seen before. Wholeheartedly. They have such faith that Jesus will provide for them, and He does. They have so little, but their faith is so big.
This is Africa.
The children have such rhythm. They can clap, clap, clap in such intricate ways. We try to keep up but miss every other beat. The kids dance and move their hips. And you can tell it’s natural for them. Even the 5 year olds can break it down like Michael Jackson.
This is Africa.
They speak a click language. Their tongues accent their words. “Click, my name is click, Ali.” We try their language, but our tongues can’t keep up. Clicks and words just feel impossible to become one.
This is Africa.
The sun beats hot and the air is light. The sky is clear and the purest of blues. My soul misses the snow but soaks up the sun. I turn beat red as I sunburn and the kids poke at my skin in wonderment.
This is Africa.
The people sing with soul. Their voices give you goose bumps and you wonder how God created a sound that beautiful. You listen closely as they sing from their hearts.
This is Africa.
