At the Edge of the Old World

Diary of an Aesthete

Burning red suns fall across a land of sand, colour and burgeoning hearts, where wild creatures tall as trees roam freely, the lion awaits, an oasis brings rest and peace, and the stars glow brightly in an ink-black sky.

You are swallowed into another portal of culture – mesmerised by the colours of the world transforming before your eyes.

A horizon of pure gold.

Words apt to describe this place might be Wisdom, Peace, or perhaps Serendipity, for my coming to this land wasn’t foreseen, and yet, perfectly place in a journey changing from green to gold, from the Tropics to the Sahel. Many dreams became their first reality.

This land has left me rich with treasures beyond imagination. This was surely a meeting with a Wise Soul – she’d seen many things in her years between invasions, slave trades, rising rebellions and prophets, yet had found a peace with her past…

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