Back from Africa

And so the day had finally come, where we would leave this beautiful continent, with its beautiful people, and return to good old familiar Winter Wonderland, Norway. For me it was with a heavy heart, and I had tears in my eyes when my final flight from Oslo back home to my town was landing. Whether it was because of the sad music I was listening to, or the sad book I just finished reading, or the fact that I was no longer in Africa, I don't even know myself. Maybe it was a mixture of all of them.

While in Africa, I have experienced some extrordinary things. I have come to know many people and their stories, and their lives, and it all seems so surreal for a girl from one of the wealthiest countries in the world. In Norway, when you're living in an orphanage, it's usually due to alcoholism or drug use. Some of the children I've met have been sexually abused by their parents as infants, some have had to witness their mother selling herself because the house they lived in had only one room, some have no parents and have been tortured by their older siblings, some were almost killed by their fathers before he abandonned them. It is so extreme that you can't imagine it, and you don't think about it if you've never met these children.

I also learned to know some of the culture of the Maasai people. Like I wrote before, it's the only tribe in Kenya that still lives the traditional way, and being there, seeing life through their eyes, and then thinking about it afterwards, it makes you think you've been in another world, because it's so far from what we know. Most people don't even know what a Maasai is, most people never stop to think that some people actually live in houses made of cow dung, only eat when they can afford to slaughter one of their goats, and go out hunting for lions when they are about to graduate from being warriors and become young adults ready to marry. Most people don't think about it, mainly because they don't know about it. And thinking about it myself, sitting inside a warm house with electronicsand technologyall around, I find myself wondering if it really wasn't just a dream.

Leaving Africa was sad. Knowing that I'll probably never again see these people that I have come to know and care about, pains my heart. I can return to Kenya later in life, though, I know at least one person who won't let too much time pass once he's back in Kenya again, before I need to come and see him!

During my stay, I have read three books: Norwegian Wood, Water for Elephants, and The White Masai. All three have been made into movies, so I have a few films to find and watch these upcoming few days when I'm back home with my parents. The latter of the books is probably the one that left the strongest impression on me, especially because it is a true story. The Swiss woman Corinne Hofmann fell in love with the Samburu warrior Lketinga Leparmorijo. The Samburus are "related to but distinct from the Maasai", according to Wikipedia. It's a heartbreaking tale of love and adventure, and I think I felt it even stronger when I've been with the Maasai and could too clearly picture everything she described. She's written two sequels as well, Back from Africa and Reunion in Barsaloi, both of which I also intend to get a hold of and read.

Sorry this trailer has no subtitles... But at least you can see the images and understand the semi English parts!

One last thing: After we checked out of our hotel in Uganda, where we spent the days of our restitution week, before we drove off to the airport, I went bungee jumping!

Hope I have not lost too many readers during my long weeks of absence...

♥ The Norwegian Teenager

One Comment


03.03.2012 kl.12:46

Your big heart makes you cutter than anyone would ever imagine.whatever the eyes can see the heart can feel n sometimes we go overboard n sacrifice our pride in the name of love.i bet u had a wonderfull,joyous n different experience in are more than welcome to visit africa in my heart

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