Two days after I got to Cape Town, I lost my phone to the ocean while leaning over the railing of a ferry to get some GoPro footage. All I wanted was to absorb the political history of Robben Island, where Nelson Mandela was held prisoner, in iPhone-owning peace. That dream was short-lived. Coincidentally, “Baba Yetu,” which is the Lord’s Prayer in Swahili, was playing on my iPhone as it floated to the murky depths of the Atlantic.
(pt 2)...but Laughter is the Surest
Current setting: Nairobi Java House landside at Jomo Kenyatta Airport. Where are the waiters? Taking shelter for six hours before checking in for a flight in which I will get to know five different airports in four different African countries, flying sky high for both the sunrise and the sunset. Welcome to my comfort zone.
This is a continuation of my last post, which you can read here!
As you read in my last post, there is a particular life maxim that I’ve kept close to heart as the seasons of life have continually shifted.
Crying is the first sign of life, but laughter is the surest.