Does leaving Mozambique make her sweeter? Maybe yes.
After living in central Mozambique for almost 7 years, I sit in my new country with a bright future ahead, thinking of all that I have left behind. I’m flicking through my photo albums, fighting that annoying little tear that seems to be perched in the corner of my eye, attempting to break free. I wont let it. Because I’m realising fast that life as an expat requires balls of steel(or is it a heart of steel?) when it comes to saying goodbye and moving on! And I’m pretty sure, this wont be the last time.
But allow me to indulge for a moment. I love Mozambique! It was there that the little ‘light’ switched on for me. A place that offered everything from extraordinary beauty to gut wrenching tragedy. A country with a war-torn bloody history and a nation desperate for peace. Yet a future that is ‘dabbling’ with violence and danger. A place where I found true friendship; friendship that disregards age, culture and race. A place that could push my buttons; and make me explosively angry or sometimes scared. A place that made me laugh, that offered me absurd ‘only in Africa’ experiences and a place that made me learn Portuguese! A place I called home.
Mozambique was a constant source of inspiration for me. The good and bad all rolled into one made living there a profound, life changing experience. There have been brilliant, in your face times. But there were also the small, uneventful moments that could have potentially gone unnoticed. Sometimes I was lucky enough to have my camera with me to capture some of those ‘small moments.’ Here is a Mozambican story in images of small moments.
What can you tell about Mozambique from these pictures?
“Some people read palms to tell your future, but I read hands to tell your past.
Each scar makes a story worth telling. Each callused palm,
each cracked knuckle is a missed punch or years in a factory.”
– Sarah Kay
It’s when we don’t have water that we realise how much we need it.
There is colour that bursts, explodes and makes you wonder whether you have woken up in a real life painting…
There are times when your heart breaks. And the ugly truth is that you cannot help everyone. You turn your back.
There are times that make you smile.
There are scenes like this that are so common, that you stop seeing them.
Everyday a story plays out.
It’s been 10 days since we left Mozambique and I sit here in my big, empty Malawi house, waiting for my furniture and pondering where to start, how to make this home? I’m a little nervous to tell you the truth! Malawi is different. Good different that is. I see lots of colour, a constant bustle of people and interesting scenes playing out. I see opportunity and potential. And I know that in a few months time, I’m going to be in the thick of it, in the thick of Malawi life!
But allow me to be sad for just a bit, I miss my Mozambique! Especially when I remember magic moments like this…
But tomorrow is a new day and I have a new adventure on my doorstep. It’s time to open that door.
Note to self: Theme for tomorrow-
“Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.”
– Elizabeth Taylor