Motherland

Eyes sparkling nostrils flair as I breath deeply smelling the sweet  exotic fruit trees that line the road. In town, there are markets overflowing with humongous vegetables and fruits okra;cabbage;greens; tomatoes;pineapple;watermelon;papaya; and guava spread across endless tables. My lips smile as if I was able to reach out and take a bite. At the outer edge of the market, there are precious oils to use for bathing and cooking. To the left, lies an enormous variety of cloth to make clothing as well as leather and beaded sandals for my feet. Finally, I arrive to the jewelry there are so many beads, and cowries bracelets made of sandstone and brass. People smile and embrace me and I feel so welcome. My skin tingles with excitement, as I imagine Africa the Motherland!