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Miracles do happen.

Yesterday, more than 2 months after Standard Bank deducted unautherised charges off my account, I was finally reimbursed. If you remember correctly it was the second time this happened on my travels except that the first time my money got paid back within 48 hours…

I don’t know if I’m supposed to laugh or cry about it but I'm happy to have gotten it back right this second. Still work-less, still in limbo, but the future is starting to look bright at least. The world has slowly started to notice that I’m back, like I’ve been dawdling in a dark corner where no one could see me. The world slowly opens its fist and starts to give again.  My feet grow back into the African soil and I start to bloom again.

Yesterday I had one of those days that I pined for so often overseas: visiting good friends, having a laugh, just hanging out. I looked at my friends and thought: You are awesome.  Don't ever go away.  Please stay. 

I'm mad, you're mad, we're all mad here. 

And I wouldn't have it any other way.