博客來After lunch, a rumor is circulating in the community hall of the village of St-Ours in Canada. A surprise is brewing in the shadows. What could it be? Suddenly, a young woman in a red blouse with the look of Esmeralda appears. A teenager, an aspiring musician, accompanies her on the guitar. She starts singing in Swahili: Malaika... Ten minutes were enough to seduce me. After she left Canada, I saw her several times in Africa, in Abidjan, Casablanca, Saly, and Dakar.
Ten years have passed. After several requests, my wife, my angel is still not allowed to return to Canada. We face blocks like thousands of mixed-nationality couples that form through travel and the internet. Never mind I have now chosen to live with my angel in Africa. Malaika. For the Love of an African Woman and Her Music, a story of travel and love illustrated by more than 30 photos. Read it! It is just a beginning.
