If you only knew how many stories I've never been able to tell about Africa. This was written by a corked Peace Corps volunteer who worked in Benin.
"This is what can happen. They can get lost. The stories can get lost. You can shove them behind the mental grocery list,.... You can slip them behind the
tears, smush them under the insecurity and then forget them. They will simmer. No, not simmer. They will tussle with each other, different versions taking different shapes and then trying to get out. Trying to squeeze themselves out of where you have shelved them with the reassurance that you will come back.
Someday you will come back to them."
(Monique Schmidt. Last Moon Dancing. A memoir of love and real life in Africa)