Timbuktu Bassila Benin West Africa Friday, September 22, 2006
There are words we use, I use, the world uses, phrases, colloquialisms, slang, saying or talk that come out our mouths, and we never connect why. I know the word, - Timbuktu. -
- Not like we are going to Timbuktu.- - Were not building the Taj Majal. -
Marines Hymn - From the halls of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli, we fight our country’s battles in the air on land and sea…-
Tripoli is in Libya and Timbuktu is in Mali, or the one I found on the map.
I am literally, as the crow flies 595 miles Southeast of Timbuktu and I may be going to Timbuktu in the future and for sure, one of these days it needs ticked off the list.
These words, these sayings, they are almost folklore, legend in nature; however there is a real world that remembers and knows. It is small and large, before the television, before the internet, in wooden ships, on camel, donkey, canoe, and walking people came this way and went that way. They did not tell themselves, it is too dangerous, they thought about leaving and going there. In a world full of fear, this is this and this is that, hard to know the world is a safe place. Yes, there is a bully on every corner; however, there really are more white hats than bullies.
My mother likes to hear a happy Andy; I had a nice day talking with two people from West Africa, the country of Benin, in the city of Bassila, 595 miles southeast of Timbuktu… Muslims.