My ancestors seem determined to get me to Botswana.
Yes I have no money. Yes I’ve just come back from the US where I spent 6 months travelling like a woman of luxury. Yes I should stick around and get a job, but a friend has offered to help me pay for my plane ticket to Jozi and I’ve gotten a lift from there to just outside Gabarone where there is a beautiful farm that I attempt to visit around this time once a year for the past 8 years and I’m going, come hell or high water.
The itinerary includes the final ceremony for two Malombo thwasanas, after which they will be fully qualified doctors. It also includes a yearly ritual of closing and re-opening for our lodge. It is a ceremony of thanksgiving. There will be dancing, beading, hard work, lots of people 40 degree (and up) heat, and the most beautiful blue sky you’ve ever laid eyes on.
Nothing in the world can fill me up in quite the same way. That place is where I find my community.
I’m comin home Pappy!
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