"I am leaving the day after tomorrow."
"Waay, so you have come just to flash our eyes?"
|Doris at the LAP Center. Don't let the t-shirt confuse you, she is one of the kindest people I know.|
|Ju-ju dancing at the Death Celebration|
Although unexpected, the day was a good opportunity to spend time with Eunice's children and hold little Kate once more.
|Little Kate and Sister Kate|
|Babila and my "cool" sunglasses|
|All of that dancing makes us very tired|
On Christmas Eve day I took Peter and the kids shopping to buy "shiny clothes" for the following day.
|New "shiny" clothes for Christmas|
But that of course was not the only day I ate good food. Many Cameroonians asked me what I was eating in Niger and tried to describe to them how little can grow in the desert. They immediately said to me, that means Cameroon is very blessed. We have so much food! I couldn't have agreed more.
|For my arrival in Kumbo Emmanuella prepared my favorite Cameroonian food!|
After my days in Bamenda I traveled to Kumbo to visit friends and see my new namesake.
|Franklin, Baby Carol, Kate, Baby Kate|
As was expected, I was warmly greeted and enjoyed feeling cold and reminded of the beauty in the highlands of Cameroon.
|My welcome sign at the Little Stone Lodge|
When I was on the plane from Niger to Cameroon, I met a man who works for a Maritime Security Company. He asked me about my work and life and where I consider "home." I told him that I don't really know. Before he got off the plane in Lagos he gave me a toothbrush and told me to leave the toothbrush in the place that I feel most at home. The morning I left the "Little Stone Lodge" in Kumbo, I left this toothbrush in a drawer. As has been the case in the past, I may be reclaiming that toothbrush earlier then I planned.
Home is, of course, not simply a physical place. It is a sense of belonging, of remembering, and being remembered, put back together again when our journeys into the world have fractured and fragmented our sense of self.