WEstern Anachronism

This picture could have been taken in Central Park

I was watching a Zimbo (Name of Zimbabwean) use the river to wash a dirty spot on his Nike Air Jordan's. 

It was an overt Anachronism. 

Here we were standing on the banks of this great river with WILD life surrounding us & this young Zimbo was more concerned with his spotless kicks. 

The bleached white MJ's did not belong in this landscape. 

Interesting. 

I tried to take a picture but took too long Bc I was caught in thought of what was bothering me. 

Ya see...

This image encompasses all that I have been struggling with on this journey. 

I expected Africa to be "Africa."

AFRICA.

!!!

Yet what I have found is that even in the desolate parts, our Western world has trampled upon this raw beauty. 

I was buying an authentic Chi tenge, the dress African woman wear...

When the vendor began haggling for Old American T-shirts. 

He didn't want new ones. He wanted the vintage of the USA. 

It was odd. 

Just off. 

Dirt roads. 

People carrying packages on their heads with babies on boobs. 

But all the rage is US. 

Today, when was the last time you had an idea about someone & it turned out to be wrong. 

Maybe, you were pleasantly surprised? 

Or sadly deflated Bc your hopeful soulmate became a stale mate of Booooring. 

Suppose you were judging someone based on who you THOUGHT they were. 

I have done this in the past. 

Not proud of this. 

It happened. 

& it happens. 

Shocked it happened with a place I was in Love with! 

Better said...an Idea of a place I was in Love with ;) 

Xoxo

Created in Africa's magic where things unravel...