Page 28 - 2019 Priory MUSE Magazine
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     Arusha Nights by Kieran Ruder
I’m still perplexed; why is it that I yearn to have something from those whom I have been told have none to give, while they desire nothing ofme.....
I have yet to explain why the chill reverberating through my chest when a man worn weary of a lifetime of onerous work speaks in a tongue incomprehensible to me, brings me closer to myself than all of luxury and undeniable opulence that I am inundated with at all other times.
I feel alleviated of the palpable claustrophobia that permeates my entire existence in the most open place in the world, as ifI were in a plexiglass cage inside the federal reserve vault.... while at the same time I feel as ifI could fly a million miles just to sit an revel in the paternal shadow of an acacia tree and inhale the air which possesses me with an unexplainable intoxicating vigor which once felt, is perpetually craved.
Those who never possessed the means to understand my frivolous words understand me more than those who claim to know me more than myself, A single smile, or a wry giggle, delineates more than the litany of information that I am knowingly bound to hear on my return to complexity of the world where privilege flows through the faucets.
But for all I know, the chasm of the Ngorongoro has many lifetimes to share with me, but I will never be able to venture beyond the enchantment of the trees which grasp the caldera wall, for I risk them grasping my whole existence and never letting go.
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