Over the African Atlantic

Just about an hour from Dakar, the plane dropped. It hit an air pocket and plummeted.
In the dark.
I could feel the skin on my body reaching skyward as the plane dropped toward the ocean.
For ten loooong seconds.
Everyone woke up, some called out.
I said something along the lines of "bwwaaaaaaa....."
The rest of the trip (eight hours to Cape Town from Dakar) was a wild-eyed, heart fluttering, emotional one.
I did not sleep a wink.
And eating was out of the question, as my stomach was in tangled knots...