For the next few days: Nairobi, Kenya - Johannesburg, South Africa - NYC - Toronto.
I feel as if I have been here for months. I have so many stories and memories that I can barely hold onto and comprehend them. I don't feel like I am coming home. I feel like I am already home here. I don't know why the West calls this place The Dark Continent - it is the most gloriously colourful and beautiful and sunny and vibrant and lyrical of all places.
When people ask me about this trip and how it was - I will have no idea what to say to them. I wouldn't even know how or where to begin. When I hold these children close to me and touch their tender little faces ... when I hold a dying man in the lonely squalor of the slums, trembling with suffering and fear and hope, it is as if I touch the face of God. My heart is so heavy with sadness departing from here.
Africa is the most joyful and powerful and beautiful and horrible place on earth -G.