Out of Africa – in body but never in mind 

Today I have once again departed Kenya. I won’t lie – I have already spent time looking for cheap flights to determine just how quickly I can return. Kenya, the country, and of course the children, are what are making me feel more alive than I can express.

I don’t want to leave Africa!!!

As the plane took off from Jomo Kenyatta airport in Nairobi, I was crying so much that the flight steward offered me brandy and a whole pack of warmed towels. Even as I had walked from the terminal to the plane – the last to board – I was dragging my feet and wondering if it was really an option just to turn and run, back out of the airport and back to my African family and my wonderful children.

I will be back

I know I’ll be back. I’ll be back very soon. When your heart beats to an African drum you just can’t help but dance.

I’m looking forward to seeing my family and friends in England but, right now, just hours out of Kenya, I already know that England is not my true home. Maybe by birth I am mzungu mgeni, but I think my soul belongs to Africa.

I’m going to sign off on this chapter of my adventures, but I don’t think you’ll need to wait too long to open the book again.

Heart Beats to an African Drum

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