Homecoming

     Three days later, and my belly is still sore just thinking of the non-stop laughing and fun that was my 4 nights and 3 days in Joburg! That Kia really is one of a kind! Thanks lady! You and your fam and friends made it worth every minute on that bus, and every anxious hour spent arguing with border officials! Bah hahah (more on the bus trip itself later, but suffice it to say, I am grateful to be home in one piece! :P)


And one of the most amazing parts of this journey?
Coming home.
And the realization that I have a home to come back to.


As I got closer, I wasn’t so sure, but then… Its just the small things isn’t it?

    A friendly face on the bus ride home, and familiar greetings as you walk down the star-lit path.
   “Muatandala?” “Tatandala, kwalimwe?”
   “Talla! How are you? I need your help!”
         (Translation = can I help you? Hehe :) )
   Arriving home to our dogs whimpering and wagging their tails with excitement.
   Collapsing on the kondi, covered in sweat and mozzies and spider webs, staring at the stars, and listening to the waves gently crashing on the shore (and the not-so-welcome sound of the cats screeching at me for food! Bah haaha)
   A welcome home message, a bushel of ripe bananas, fresh veg, and a cold coke in the fridge.
   The Ilala sliding past in the bay, lights twinkling.
   A friendly flat spider clinging to my mosquito net.
   A deeeeeeep, much-needed sleep under the light of the moon, and a peaceful awakening to the sunrise over the lake. :)