Gone, it's all gone.

It’s over. All the last remains of Africa are gone. My toenail was the last small part that showed what was my life last year. The henna I had on my feet is now gone, 11 months later the toenail has grown and is completely new. What now do I have to ‘show’ for my year spent with the Nanjere and the Toupouri?

Only my memories and pictures remain now. Anyone want to hear a story? It’s about three women who became wives of one man and traveled all over Africa. . .

Comments

Andrea said…
you don't need Africa on your feet because it is in your heart. i know, i should write hallmark cards. it's my backup plan, actually.
Sarah said…
This little post made me laugh so much....We need to get in contact with our dear husband.

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