I have loved no part of the world like this and I have loved no women as I love you. You’re my human Africa. I love your smell as I love these smells.
I love your dark bush as I love the bush here, you change with the light as this place does, so that one all the time is loving something different and yet the same.
I want to spill myself out into you as I want to die here.
Speaking of the Africa I love and belong to, in every deep sense.