So I went to Solwezi...I think I might just start up a
travel diary. Two weeks ago I went to Mongu *insert chuckle here* but I didn't
see much so lets just call this my first entry.
My friend just moved to Solwezi because she got a new job.
When she told me she was going I freaked out. My first thought was the
distance. Imagining different time zones and language barriers. That's how it
felt. So it was a pleasant surprise to get on the plane and get there in under
an hour.
Don't judge me.
This particular friend is someone who has been in my life since 2009 and we have gotten through some
pretty rough times together. So we kinda have a thing where when she's lonely
I'm there and when I need to escape, she's there and it works. She spoils me
and makes me laugh and I cook for her and keep her company.
So anyway, this new long distance chapter of our love affair
saw me flying out to see her and the joy on her face when she saw me was
everything. Nothing hectic but we hung out and saw the golf course and went
sight seeing and had girl time and chit chat...
But the highlight of it for me was our little excursion to
see the Mutanda Falls. Now the places we went to were not particularly
spectacular, but the view at the "Resort" was amazing.
The water dashing itself loudly against the rocks, swirling
around the trees and bushes in the water and flowing past us to God knows where
reminded me of that lady called Life.
See Life has so many stages....she is that river, and we are
here tributaries, paths clashing and colliding or gently flowing into each
other becoming one, creating perfect synergy and flowing together towards
wherever God leads.
The rapids and the lulls, slowly streaming past reminded me
of Life's ups and downs. The hard, rocky, dangerous, uncomfortable and
treacherous places and the journey down to where it bubbles and then calms are
our experiences.
Life isn't always gentle, dressed in her pretty pink dresses
with the scent of strawberries and milk on her breath. Sometimes she wears
black, treacherous dark lipstick with the taste of whiskey on her lips. At other
times she is dressed in war fatigues, bullets around her waist ready for
battle, win or lose, no limits, no flinching. Death before dishonor. And you're
just along for the ride, rolling with the punches taking each day as it comes.
A couple of days ago I asked my best friend a question. I
was surprised and saddened when the answer he gave began with "I am not
looking that far..." Because once upon a time he was such a dreamer. And
that inspired me so much. But after sitting down to think about it I realised
that its possible that his dreams still exist. Except that Life is wearing a
black dress for him right now and its safer to just keep his head down and get
through every day in one piece. Optimism has long been her nemesis.
I completely understand where I am at in life right now. In
the thick of the rapids on my little inadequate raft. Life is wearing her
combat gear for me. But the cool thing about it, the thing that keeps me going
is knowing now, after seeing that water, that the journey is always going to be
like this. Some way or another, I will get through these rocks and find myself
bouncing along, bruised and battered into the place where the water will calm
and get warmer and my wounds will begin to heal. And for a little while I will rest
there before another moment comes to drive me temporarily insane.
Whatever she wears, whenever she wears it, Life is
beautiful. Every single moment is a step towards the wondrous God knows where
that each one of us is destined to arrive at when this little boat ride is
over.
Let that keep you going today...in the words of my darling
fairy, Miss Lulu Haangala, #WeKeepMoving :)
#TitaniumSolid #Kilimanjaro
M.M
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