No cell phone no iPod, no laptop, just me and Eayoall, 500 bucks in my pocket and 5 weeks ahead of us to explore, what I think, is an opportunity opened up to us by God himself.
The excitement I’m feeling right no can hardly be explained–emotion matched (in force) only by the two year old sitting in seat 9E screaming into my buddy’s ear. For as long as I can remember, I have had a longing to see any part of Africa. Sure I am exited to see the exotic wildlife and culture foreign to my own; I look forward to eating strange food and regaling stories of almost heroic grandeur when describing the brave face I put on while staring down some never-meant-to-be-eaten piece of organic matter, but that’s only a small part of it. What I really look forward to is tapping into what is right with Africa.
I think if we’re from America, we’re all pretty convinced that Africa only consists of starving, miserable people. That idea is absurd. I m accompanied by my friend Eayoall, who will be returning to Ethiopia for the first time in over 10 years. He left his family at the age f 12 with only hopes of one day making it to America. I’ve learned a lot from my friend, 3 years my junior. I think I’ve learned a thing or two about gratitude and humility. Something I expect I’ll learn even more about is one”s role within the larger context of community.
When we arrive in Addis Ababa, I epect half of Ethiopia will be there to greet Eayoall and his “forengee” friend, “isay” (me). A mother who hasn’t seen her son in 10 years, 5 sisters who have been bearing with their brother’s admonitions and “older brotherliness” from 12,o00 miles away, and a father who proudly awaits the arrival of his only son. This moment will be beautiful. This moment will be right.
I look forward to telling you about the grand welcome home ceremony for Eayoall for which his whole hometown has been working in preparation. For now though, I’m gonna leave the ceremony a mystery in hopes that my blog will beat the statistical blogger/reader ratio of 1:1.
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Jesse