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  • The moon above Central Park grabs me. A giant orange orb in the evening sky casts its long brightness across the water of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis reservoir.

    It provokes a memory of a decade ago sitting with a Fulani man on a lush hillside one afternoon in Cameroon. I was there with eleven other students, 10 female, one male. Our translator asked if we had any questions for this elder cow herder.
    "What makes you happy?" I asked.
    "Owning many cows."
    More questions were asked.

    A few Fulani women stood nearby pounding grain in a deep stone pestle with a long wooden stick.

    Did the elder leader of this small community have any questions for us Americans, we asked.

    Then, something in his language of Fulfulde.

    "Is it true about the men who walked on the moon?"
    The question still sends electricity up my spine.

    The answer still fills me with awe, especially on nights like this.
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