The Indian Ocean at the Sea of Madagascar and my little banda (African beach hut) is wonderful. Indeed, it is very beautiful here. And the wild monkeys all over the place make me laugh. But I cannot stand being here with the tourists. I feel disconnected and distant from everyone. I cannot rest nor sleep. My mind is restless and my sleep filled with haunting dreams. I yearn to be back with the children. I have decided to visit a nearby orphanage in the town of Diani, South Mombasa.
I don't want to leave Africa yet. Although my body and mind continue to be restless and weary - I am very happy to be here in Africa. I am grateful to those whose faith in me and this journey have never wavered - for to have seen and touched what I have been given is truly a blessing and privilege. I know that, for now, I can help and be of more use to these African children working and advocating on their behalf in Canada rather than staying here in Africa. My one consolation is that - now - I know that I am surrounded by my good and kind friends at the Foundation who I know will work hard, remain faithful, diligent and steadfast to the work at hand - keeping one another in tow. It is within this confidence and assurance that I find some comfort and hope.
I will be happy to see Hessam in NYC over the weekend. It will be good to see my old friend and go for our usual walk in Central Park - old familiar conversations of personal triumphs and travails. -G.