Black Tourists on the MotherlandBlack Tourists on the ContinentWhere can melanin walk freely,unburdened by the weight of watching eyes?Not judged. Not measured. Not scanned.Just being.Some may say New York—but only if they’ve never felt its cold starefrom behind tinted windowsor beneath flashing lights.But the Motherland…Africa lets you breathe.From the Sahel’s dusty whispersto the southern winds…