For those of you who have been before, I am confident that you will recognize the road I speak of, it is a road that exists in so many villages, so many countries.
The smokey scent of Africa assures me that I am home. Wide eyes and opened mouths sound off "azungu" as I bounce on my way down the dirt path. There is no tarmac on the road to Mtsiliza- just dust and rock throwing itself behind the van. It's no wonder why vehicles fall apart so quickly . Each jolt and twist in the deep ruts of the path loosens the bearings until I am sure I will arrive with one less wheel.
After a short time of winding through the bicycles and people and village dogs I come to the final stretch. I love this finale. Children from all the surrounding houses run to the edge of the road, both hands waving straight in front, eyes ablaze wanting just a glimpse, just a smile before they give way to their irresistable giggles. I am always sad to have to continue from this point.
My arrival at Faith Academy offers me a similar experience. As my foot begins to hit the ground little knees are buckling in excitement all around me. I am surrounded by tiny toes covered in clay soon to leave their marks on my dress! My only trouble at this point is deciding which little one to swoop down and steal for a moment. If only I could know each one by name!
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