Sunday evening

Another weekend is over

The boys are sleeping

Oldest son is home, in the living room with us

A glass of red (It is still the weekend:-)

Ladysmith Black Mombaso in the background, keeping up the very last weekend spirit

But, what is happening?
A familiar feeling
But yet so new...

When we lived in Malawi, and had no TV, I used to play this song on highest volume (you should to) when I was homesick

When I missed Norway!

Everything in Africa was new to me. Sometimes very hard and in those times I was longing for the normal and "easy" life back in Norway

NOW however, in Paris - tonight
when I hear this song again for the first time since Malawi
It almost makes my tears running

Why?

MY GOD - I miss Africa!
What???

The beauty of the strong colours in the nature, the calmness, the beautiful people, the smells, the slow life, the sound of grasshoppers in the evening, the sound of the drums from the local village nearby...

I have to listen to this song again. Got to feel the familiar feeling from every cell in my entire body of missing home

But this time something is different

This time my cells are not longing for Norway -
my cells are longing for  Africa!

Malawi - the warm heart of Africa

Who would have thought...



Welcome new week