I arrived back into the Transkei (or the wildcoast) after three days of travel, and sweet Christine was there in the red buckey (a.k.a. pick up truck) to whisk me away for another 60k's (or 37 miles) along the most beautiful mountains & coastline I still have ever encountered.
HOME sweet HOME!
For too long, and two many accidents to recount I was hopeless, and broken. But, the natural heartbeat of Africa, God's perfect timing, and the beautiful children who sing and smile through everything melted away all my excessive baggage I carried with me from home.
At first I did not know what I wanted to accomplish with this next round of blogging... Then it hit me - I hope that this next round of blogging will fill you, whoever that may be, with some of the peace that I still encounter. Maybe even enough to give to the cause. Regardless, I do know that KHAYA LHETU fills me with more joy than I have ever received anywhere, and it is a pleasure to share a piece of that with you.
It is pure. It is real. It is deep.
Now, all I can think about, is feeding the hungry children & returning back to our motherland.
