Ok, this could easily deteriorate into a really negative post about Mozambique. There are a lot of things about living there that are difficult, and as we arrived back into Nampula I often commented in my mind “well, I won’t miss THAT.” The bumpy roads, the fleas and the mosquitoes that carry malaria, the pushy car guards downtown, the crazy drivers (who zip through red lights), the men urinating on the side of the road (and sometimes in the middle of the road!), the dust (which I am allergic to) and the gravel (which ruins leather shoes). The dirty water from the tap which must be filtered, the vegetables which must all be bleached before eating. And most of all, people staring at me!
All of these are things we won’t regret saying goodbye to. But tied up in all of that is our life in Mozambique. All of these things were a part of every day, a way of life that became normal for us and when I think of Nampula, I will remember those things, all tangled up with the smile of the pumpkin vendor at the market, and the man with no hands who often guarded my car. When I bothered to look up from the dusty roads, I’d see so many palm trees against the blue sky. The ladies in their bright capulana wrap skirts were a contrast to the broken-down buildings and the stink of the garbage pile was on the footpath to my friend’s house with the cute little girls.
We believe that the life ahead of us in Namibia will be a lot easier physically, and especially as regards the roads. So, as we bumped to the airport to get on the plane, I looked out the window with mixed feelings. When I think of that place, there is all of THAT mixed in with my life. – C