Mi langa, hebi koiri……….. It dawned on me. This morning, my mind wandered among beautiful objects, as always. I awoke to the reality of my present. Looking around, I observed the objects that followed my train of thought without meaning. Every piece, every thing I saw with my naked eyes had a story. I took the time to see, hear, feel, live, and speak every object in my imagination.
There was one object, that one object that completely enchanted me. I looked at it for a long time. Or was it looking at me? What was it about this object that intrigued me so much? Without uttering a word, the object told the story of the long journey, the safari, that I had experienced in a group in just under three weeks. The tears left me no choice. I hadn't asked for it; it just happened to me. The stream of emotion flowed so serenely. It was as if a burning candle overwhelmed me with love, looked at me, and understood me. Unwillingly confronted with my deeper feelings. Feelings within me that know, that experience, and share the experience with me in their own way. With them, I do not feel distraught or hopeless. Sometimes they leave me in a dilemma. Yet it does not hurt; it liberates.
Before I embarked on the long journey, I had no idea what awaited me. I saw it as a well-deserved holiday. Looking back, I realise that it was more than just a well-deserved holiday. It was confrontation, perseverance, courage, victory, pain, but above all, love. It was a series, a succession of signals that reflected the deeper meaning of the group journey. My head is full of all the beautiful and sometimes destructive things I have seen. For now, I would like to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for the impressions you have left on me. Those impressions are woven into the tornado of my life.
Thank you to those who helped me overcome my fear of water. That one shoulder, which at that moment felt like the warm embrace of my mother's breast. The unforgettable words of encouragement that sounded like violin music echoing across the savannah. Those who helped ease the pain. There is so much more to say. My fingertips are worn down. The book is in the making. Get well soon to all who are ill, speedy recovery. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Krofaya Kromanti
