I Have Dreamed of The Divine
Each night, my soul flutters out of its husk and wanders between the stars. Through sheets of laterite and palm leaves, my people dance and clap along with the rhythm of ebony drums. They twirl, dusty feet hovering above the ground as mothers sing. The masquerades burst from the Rainforest, they chase giggling children, their whips crack on the spines of men who have forgotten themselves. When they see me, shrouded in arcane, they call me into their dance. Wrinkled eyes carved in ochre-dyed wood and sacred fabric embalm my soul. I am free.
Moustapha Mbacké Diop is a Senegalese author living in Dakar. He is in his fifth year of medical school, and is obsessed with African folklore, mythology and animated shows like Avatar: The Last Airbender. His fiction has appeared in Mythaxis Magazine.
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