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“Africa” – why do you haunt me so?

on March 6, 2013

Riddle me this:   I am constantly hearing the song “Africa” by Toto.   Why?

It started a few years ago- I woke up with that song in my head.  Who knows why.   Sometimes that happens, doesn’t it?   So I spend my morning singing “It’s going to take a lot to take me away from you” to myself.

Then on that particular day I had to drive my husband’s truck to work – the one without my favorite traveling companion – Sirius XM.   Bored, I’m flipping through our few local radio stations, and guess what song is on?   Yup.  “As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti.”

Then a day or two later, I hear it on the satellite radio.

Then I hear it in the store.

Then, I hear it on satellite radio again.  And again.  And it isn’t like I’m in the car that much.  My commute is 20 minutes, tops.

But what most often happens, is I’ll be toodling along, decide I want to listen to some music, turn on the radio – and it’s on.   It has happened over, and over, and over again.

Driving an hour from my mom’s – complete silence – decide to turn on the radio – it’s on.

On my way home from work – complete silence – decide to turn on the radio – it’s on.

Even just turning on the car, it’s on.

Not coming on, mind you, after the next song, but actually in the middle of the 3 minute song.  “Hurry boy, she’s waiting there for you.”

And I have witnesses.   My daughter.  My husband.   My traveling companion on a recent road trip.   Now I’ve even come to expect to hear the “do do doo doo do do” anytime I turn on the radio.  It doesn’t happen all the time, of course, but it’s weird.

Why?  To make me laugh?   (It always does.)  To make me crazy?  (Too late).  To make my friends think of me when they hear that song?  (Some even call me.)   Some people have signature scents.  I have a signature song, apparently.

My grandmother was born in Africa.  My great grandparents were missionaries there.  But I have never had a desire to go.  Some have suggested this is maybe a sign.   Maybe there’s a connection.   Maybe it’s my grandmother saying “Hey, Kathi, smile!”  I don’t know.

I do know that I bless the rains down in Africa.  And I’m gonna take the time to do the things we never have.

I guess.


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