I had to slow down. I stopped reading books to my children before bed. I burned dinner. I stopped weaning Francis. It was hard for me to change his diaper because I had to cope without carrying a fourteen-kilo two-year-old. We didn’t have preschool classes with Joseph once this week. I let the children paint […]
Thoughts
His ways
When we were there for the first time, the road was long and tedious. It was probably the tiredness of that day. Or maybe a bit of the delight of the new place and its details, which stopped me every now and then. We left the car on the red ground, ploughed by deep holes, […]
The white
I will always be white. I used to think that after some time, I would become a local. I used to imagine a house without walls or security. A place where anyone could come. I used to imagine myself in the yard, like other Mozambicans, surrounded by people. Today, I live in a house with […]
No photos
I’ve seen it many times. A smiling Westerner who embraces and hugs a Mozambican with emotion. But with one hand. Because in the other one he holds a phone and is taking a selfie. I’ve seen it more than once. A Mozambican who can’t say “no” because he’s just been given a gift. So it’s […]
What do you usually think about?
I do not think about what could have happened. I think about what God has already provided. Options, ways out, scenarios – stories quickly form in our heads. It’s easy to follow your thoughts – first, second, third, etc., until you find yourself the same as the imaginations to which you have given your attention. […]