Africa is like no continent I have ever been to. Cape Town is my only experience of it but immediately you realise it is not Europe or America, its somewhere other and different and strange and African skies are huge and different again. Yet there is an earthiness which feels like a homecoming and that is hard to explain. And the good news is that Dan arrived and was met and ate and said hello and then hit a bed for the first time since Friday morning. I hope his dreams are as wonderful as the sky he will be living and working under. W. H. Auden once said that, 'A literary critic should declare his dreams of Eden because honesty demands that he describe it to his readers so that they may be in a position to judge his judgements.' I can go with that but all too often the best critics are songwriters and singers, these guys know how to sing it well, I know not how authentic Tanzanian it is but its the closest I can get for now - a close mix of western and eastern influences here, almost like a reggae and bangra mix in the early days - room for Dad dancing here though, feel the sway. My boy is in Africa, can you see the smile in the words:
