5 Oct 2011
Ric
Boujeloud who is he?
You will not be free of him when the southern winds blow over from North Africa, across the Straits of Gibraltar then Bou Jeloud stands before you, man of skins, man of wild ecstatic dance, you may run, he will follow on swift feet which are not human but are so.
Children are laughing and their shrill voices echo down the village streets where whitewashed walls blue in the shade which shelters from the preeminent Moroccan sun at noon and the Hand of Fatima be upon you