I’m sitting in an internet café in Goma, a north eastern province in the Democratic Republic of Congo.
Sitting here among the friendly French-speaking locals, feeling like I’ve finally found my flow again, I can’t muster up any reason for why I didn’t post any updates before starting on the second leg of my trip.
Every excuse that I came up with earlier for not posting seems lame and unwarranted. The drudgery of getting the visas, the disappointing outcome of trying to find supporters for the project and my temporarily diminished faith in myself got the better of me.
I’m happy to report that I’ve made a full recovery.
I’ve been in Africa for a little over three weeks and the Universe has already blessed me with some amazing experiences and encounters with some incredible people. I feel reenergized and ready for whatever lies in store for me as I make my way up from South Africa to Congo, onwards to Rwanda, Tanzania, Kenya, Ethiopia and then Egypt.
On my first day in Cape Town, South Africa, I had an epiphany while speaking to a truly inspired soul. Our conversation was effortless, comforting and I felt more connected to this person (a full disclosure to follow soon) who’d I’d met and spoken to for the first time in my life, than to most people who’ve been a part of my life for as long as memory serves.
That’s when the penny dropped. I needed to find my tribe. I need to surround myself with people who get what I’m trying to do with my life. Where the conversations skips the ‘why’ to the ‘why not’ and moves straight on to co-creating the ‘bigger picture’. Where thoughts and actions don’t contradict each other and being an enabler of others’ is a privilege and a joy.
I’ve missed this camaraderie over the past few months. I’ve felt apologetic for interrupting the monotony of people’s lives with my crazy ideas. I’ve held back my opinion, disengaged from conversations and have laid quite a few friendships to rest. Not surprisingly, it left me feeling quite isolated.
But, on my very first day in Africa, I received exactly the message I was looking for.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music…