Out of Africa !!!...

Africa ... Mother Land
What good childhood memories I have of this place.
The ebony bodies glistening in the sun, the warm earth, the smell of the jungle ...
The harmonious singing, the hoarse voices, the late afternoon with colored fire sunsets.
The new outfit from Gizza, WildAttack, brought back memories of happy times.
So I bring you a story of a woman lost in the intoxicating Africa. The feeling of a warm rain washing her burning body heated by the jungle ...
Enjoy it ...

" If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me? " By Karen Blixen - Out of Africa

" Perhaps he knew, as I did not, that the Earth was made round so that we would not see too far down the road. " By Karen Blixen - Out of Africa

" I'm with you because I choose to be with you. I don't want to live someone else's idea of how to live. Don't ask me to do that. I don't want to find out one day that I'm at the end of someone else's life."  By Karen Blixen - Out of Africa

" It's an odd feeling, farewell. There is such envy in it. Men go off to be tested, for courage. And if we're tested at all, it's for patience, for doing without, for how well we can endure loneliness. " By Karen Blixen - Out of Africa

"The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what's right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serangetti
I seek to cure what's deep inside, frightened of this thing that I've become "
by Toto - Africa

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
By poet William Ernest Henley (1849–1903).

* The poem was a source of inspiration to Nelson Mandela during his captivity and he wrote out a copy by hand for the captain of the rugby team to inspire him to lead them to the world championship

• Bangles and earings → GizzA WildAttack
• Hat → GizzA WildAttack
• Lashes → Miamai_NoAlpha Lashes N10
• Nails → Candy Nail #P049 Diva Cream
• Necklace → Mandala Takayama necklace brown
• Outfit → GizzA WildAttack

• Photo and Model → Paulinha lefevre
• Location → slurl.com/secondlife/Virtual%20Africa/83/226/20

This was my story...

Hope you like it

xoxo

Paulinha Lefevre