Random Conversations

No English Please

Recently I was in a African hair salon getting my hair done and listening to the women in the shop speak their native language while listening to some of their favorite songs.

And then for a moment as I sat in the chair, blind without my glasses, listening to them talk over the music, I felt I could hear beauty.

Unable to understand anything they were saying it seemed I understood everything they were saying – from their tone and occasional outbursts of laughter there was the feeling of warmth and love that being apart of a community provides.



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