2020.5.22

If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?
如果我知道一首屬于非洲，屬于長頸鹿，屬于非洲新月的歌，屬于田地的犁頭，和采咖啡工人的歌；那么非洲是否也知道屬于我的歌，顫動的平原上空，是否正有我的色彩，孩子們是否會發(fā)明以我的名字命名的新游戲，滿月拋下的陰影，落在碎石的車道上，是否像我的身影，尼岡山的鷹是否會看顧我......

——走出非洲