I am an African. Not because I was born there but because my heart beats with Africa’s. I am an African. Not because I live on its soil but because my soul is at home in Africa. I am an African. For her wildness quenches my spirit and brings me closer to the source of life. Extract from a poem by Wayne Visser (www.waynevisser.com) Each glass bead is handmade over a red-hot open flame and no two glass beads are ever completely alike.