They say that the soul chooses a body to live in, and a place to live at to have a challenge and to learn.
Well, I sure must have wanted to see the world from the perspective of a white person.
Even after sunbathing I won't get brown, but turn into a new type of bleak tomato red.

But there are genes that colour some of my children very dark and almost dark brown at some areas. And I have a strong inner longing to Africa, that for sure isn't imprinted anywhere in this life.

A shortage of money and enough needy children to give me the feeling I'm broke all the time have prevented me from going to Africa.
But even though I've never been there, something in me reaches out in a very strong way, that I dream of the smells and sounds sometimes, and the african community in my town knows me as one of the best dancers at african festivals.

A special place in my heart belongs Mali.
Don't ask me why.
But when I first saw the streets of Timbouktou on TV when I was young people were amazed about my reaction. I recognised it all, and could tell how to go to Djenné, an unknow town in those years.

I called one of my daughters Djenné, and was surprised to find her to be an old soul, who was very wise already at a young age.

Maybe I'll be able to visit Mali and other parts of africa in the near future.
It would mean a miracle to me, to sing the old songs at the places where they belong.

Untill then they stay in my heart, and I live a life of observing the differences between people, not understanding why they keep each other seperated and apart.

We're all from the same earthmother and forefather, and no matter how we look, we have the world of our past deep in our heart.