night in the Moore language.
I have had almost six years of
Saturday nights under the African
sky but it still has specialness
to it.
With no electricity the sky is
exposed in all it's glory. The
light to be seen besides the
occasional torch (flashlight)
beam, is the glow from
ramdom cooking fires.
We sat outside and drank tea
which is a social event that
can take hours in itself.
Sometimes there was
discussion and times it was
just listening to an Africa night.
It was simple, basic and exotic
all in one. It was taking time
to smell, hear, taste and
fall in step with the rhythm of
our Africa.
A few words in Moore may
best sum up this night
' yii soma ' ... it was good.
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