01 « April « 2013 « dianawilderjottings

AFRICA – by Toto

You hear the thudding of soft drums, an almost tinkling counterpoint, and then the words come softly:

I hear the drums echoing tonight…

But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversations…

The beat continues and the words unwind their images –

…Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti –

..and the drums continue. Africa…

I think, somehow, we all have an affinity for The Skull-Shaped Continent. Did life come from there? I don’t know, but we all have roots in its soil, we all have images in our minds of bright clothing, of mountains or plains, deserts – all the fabulous wealth of human civilization, some of them existing in our knowledge only as memories. Africa.

And every time I hear Toto’s song I stop and hear the drums…