(photo by: Lyn, Africa Calling)
It comes as no surprise to those who know me that my heart belongs to Africa. I am forever connected to her; she gave birth to generations who were enslaved and their blood runs through my veins. I can't help but send her love, for she is part of me and I am a part of her. Selah.
After a reasoning session with Lyn about her planned trip to the Motherland, I asked her for one small favour, Please place your palm on her soil and tell her I sent her peace and love.
Imagine my surprise when she blessed me with this photo upon her return, along with this note, As promised, I placed my palm on the red soil of Kenya and prayed a silent prayer of thanks and remembrance for you. I then wrote your name using the marbled stones of the African earth.
It literally broke me down to tears...happy, happy tears. I've placed the above photo, with Lyn's permission, in my header to remind me of the immense love that exist here in blogland, in Africa, and throughout the world.
It also serves as a personal reminder that there are human beings in this world, who wake up every single day, still being forced to live as slaves. oh JAH JAH! i pray for them.
One World. One People. One Love.
*thank you, Lyn.