Africa
I suppose this is another farewell. I need to write about it for closure since I cannot verbalise my thoughts and the nagging feeling to express it is bothering me. I apologise if I sound like a fool in the process and sorry if I offend anyone. I take that back. I don’t care if I sound like a fool but I still care if I offend anyone... I miss Africa. I keep imagining seeing the people I know everywhere; in the streets or in the shops, on the buses or in some restaurant, in my imagination or not in my imagination - anywhere, any place, any weather and of course, waking up back in Funguo Estate. It all feels like a dream (not sure if Malta or Africa is the “reality”). It feels strange seeing ‘muzungus’ (white people) everywhere. I also miss the unpredictable life; the reckless driving; the chorus of “How are you?” chanted by the street children as they encircle you while licking stones off the ground as if it were an ice-cream; and the matatus (public transport - or clubs on w...