So I’m sat in Johannesburg OR Tambo airport and I can’t
actually believe that I’ve left Swaziland for the last time (in the foreseeable
future). The last few days have been the most emotional time of my life; my
heart has been dragged through happiness and sadness alike, memories have been
made that I will cherish for the rest of my life yet the pain of leaving those
that I love is still fresh, and I know that it will only heal with time.
Swaziland has made such a huge impact on my life in such a
short space of time; 1 year seemed like forever when I was preparing to come
out here, but now I realise just how short this time is in the grand scale of
things. The culture, the people, the country and my children have all taken a
special place in my heart and in my soul... they have changed me for better and
I am never going to forget the experiences I have had here.
1 year is so short and fleeting and the children I have
worked with are so young that the majority of them are going to grow up and not
remember me, even if they don’t remember me I will always remember them and
everything they taught me about loving others unconditionally. Despite
everything that they go through (things that even adults shouldn’t be expected
to handle) they still have the energy to express their love to you in every
moment they are in your presence...
I am going to miss the hugs, the kisses on my hand as they
leave the classroom, the hugging of my knees as I’m trying to walk and the
playing with my hair. I will miss the cheeky smiles across the classroom and
the giggles as they press my skin to watch the colour change, I will miss them
calling me Aunty Katie and I will miss the pride in their eyes when they are
confidently speaking English to me. I will miss the joyful singing and the
energetic dancing, I will miss the unnecessarily loud talking and the bright
colours, I will miss the dirty faces at soup kitchen and the thank you’s that
we really don’t deserve, I will miss speaking in SiSwati and watching people’s
reactions when they realise we understood them. I am going to miss the sun
shining every day and I will miss Swazi time, I will miss the hard workers, the
cheeky children, and the shy ones who you have to invest time in over a few
months before earning their trust. I will miss making a sad child smile and I
will miss the laughs with the happy ones. I will miss my African life.
I am scared to go home. You know when you come back off
holiday and sit on your bed and it doesn’t feel like you were sunbathing on a
beach in Spain only yesterday... it feels like a dream, it feels like you were
never away. I am afraid that when I get home my time in Africa will feel like a
distant memory, like it isn’t real. This scares me because this has been the
most REAL year of my life, I’ve experienced real lives and real people for the
first time ever and everything that I have learned I want to keep with me, I
don’t want to let it slip out of touch.
This year I have been blessed with a second home, second
families, Swazi mothers, new brothers and sisters and too many children of my
‘own’ to count. Leaving Swaziland is difficult as I don’t know when I will be
coming back; I don’t know who I will see again. Tears have been shed but it is
time to move on, I have to step aside to allow someone else to begin their
journey into what I hope will be the first real year of their life. I am so
grateful to have had this opportunity; it has been an experience that only
comes around once in a lifetime...
You are born and then you die, but in between you can do
anything you want. You have to grasp life and shake it by the shoulders, make
every mistake possible and learn from them, take risks and mess up... but most
of all make sure you have fun. Make sure you never waste a day. Go to sleep
with no regrets.
This HAS been the best year of my life, but now it’s in my
hands to create more great years.
Kate xx
