Missing Africa

It snuck up on me. But it is true: I found myself missing Africa, including all the things that drove me crazy (well, maybe not the buses). I was watching The Constant Gardner and it struck me. It's in me. I miss children yelling, "How are you? How are you? How are you? How are you? How are you? How are you? How are you?" Repeatedly. I miss the expanses and the utter wilderness. I miss Muslim call to prayer. I miss the equatorial sun. I miss my freedom. I miss Lamu. I even miss being a "muzungu".

I don't miss the roads.