So after leaving at 5am I finally arrived into Ndola, Zambia
at 2:28pm and at the beginning of my flight I wasn’t feeling well. But as we
descended I was overwhelmed with excitement and joy, I’m home, was all I could
think, and I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.
I chatted with some people in the line waiting to get my passport stamped
and I look up and there where you collect your bags is a very familiar person
and big welcoming smile, it was Papa Weston as I like to call him, when my team
were in Zambia we got to know Weston and his wife Liz really well as they were
kind of our hosts. And I really feel like everyone who comes at the farm with
them feels like they have African parents in Liz and Weston.
So as I got outside I was greeted by Weston with a big bear
hug, and then I saw Nanci and it was good to see she had gotten there safely.
We packed the backy with our bags and suitcases and I again had a back of the
backy ride. And every part of the drive was familiar and I still couldn’t wipe
the smile off my face. We stopped in town and locals were smiling and waving at
me and then a young came up to me greeting me with the name Mazungo, (white
person) 3 times like it was my name. And I was like yep I must be in Zambia if
I am addressed as Mazungo.
All the while I was itching to be back at the farm to see
everyone I had made friends with. We arrived and I greeted everyone with big
hugs and smiles, Yay home at last with my Zambian family.
The funniest moment was when I jumped off the bucky I even
greeted one of the dogs by name and it was so excited it kept following me and
stopping right in front of me and rolled over practically begging me to pat its
belly and give it some attention. And even as I sit here typing this the day
after, he came and found me, in a completely opposite part of the farm to which
they usually hang out, and is just chilling out next to me while I type. I feel
so loved and feel at home :D
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