Why do we love? Is it because what we love is always there for us? Because this beloved thing provides some necessity, a comfort or perhaps something we cannot fathom life without? During the past week in Ndioukhane, I have come to love the mango tree, for all these reasons.
In the sweltering afternoon heat, we took refuge under the branches of the mango tree. It’s foliage protected us from the sun’s piercing rays and offered us a safe place to rest our tired bodies. After a morning of teaching and playing with village children, the welcoming branches of the magnificent mango, extended to us their nurturing embrace. Not only did the mango provide us with a shady space for recuperation, it also produces vital sustenance for the weary body.
The sweet, juicy flesh of a perfectly ripe mango is the ideal snack for any occasion. I bite down, and it’s succulent freshness gushes into every part of my mouth. Flavor explodes, and tremors of happiness and delight reverberate through my body. The entire experience of feasting on this delectable fruit, leaves my body feeling invigorated and refreshed. The perfect snack from the perfect tree.
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