The day of my departure is getting closer. I am so excited that I can’t allow myself to imagine what it will be like in Africa anymore, for fear that I might implode. I just fill my day with tasks, books, and gardening, alot of busy work. The reality of returning to the land where my ancestors were sold or stolen into slavery is monumental for me. Although my intentional effort is for the benefit of others, it is a very personal and emotional journey for me. I have always dreamed of the first time my eyes see Africa, wondering if I will blink for fear of missing something, and first time I fill my lungs with African air, and the first time my feet touch African soil, and it brings tears to my eyes. I feel honored to be the one from my family to return, it’s like I’ve been given a mission to restore what was lost in my family.
In a very real way this place has called me back home, and I am running back into its arms and embracing the good and trying to help improve the bad. Realizing that that I have for all these years personified the continent is wild. I never realized it before. In the African American community we call it things like ‘Motherland’ or ‘Mama Africa’, but the reality is that it is an actual place and not the Black version of Camelot. I hope more of us make an effort to touch down and experience it.
indescribable,
dandelioness
i have been to south of africa, although my friend told me, Trinidad&Tobago is great place if you want to enjoy beach.
It’s all that and more. I cried upon arrival and departure – it changed my life in ways I can’t describe. This is one of those times that we must walk by faith if not by sight. It will be a great trip…Go with God