Monduli

In Tanzania, I felt life.
I lived life.
It wasn't fed to me through a TV,
or given to me in a shopping bag.
Life was real.
As real as the breathing forests
as lively as the innocent children.
In Tanzania, you don't forget what life feels like.
You know you are breathing
you know you are feeling
you know you are hurting
you are living.
Here it is different.
Sometimes we forget we are living.