The heart is a tricksy little ticker isn’t it? Small thought it is, its capacity for emotion seems boundless and so intricately complex that it can out maneuver our brains and trip us up when we least expect it. In my case, I’ve found myself wracked with longing be back on the shores of Zanzibar.
Give me the sun to heat my bones. Blistering heat that heals the soul. Waves that hush the aching sleeplessness.
I cannot wait to take our son here. I long for the day when the three of us can sit on these sands and listen to the voices of my memories tell their tales and welcome us home. I want our son to know Africa. To love Africa.