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We left the Bulango Camp and I was exhausted. I had no sense of time on this day, but it wasn’t over yet. I remember realizing I hadn’t given gifts at the camp as I had planned to, so I gave some scarves, pretty stones, a hair clip, and earrings to Clariss, to give out as she felt it would be helpful or appreciated. At this point I am not what sure to think about the gifts. Were they recieved as kindness + connection, appreciated, or just something I felt compelled to do? I have no idea. Perhaps they were simply accommodating an old woman’s desire.

As we drove back to Bienve’s home + office, he directed the driver to stop at several fruit stands on our way home. He knew that my son enjoyed fruit juices and he was collecting ingredients for a smoothie he would create for our pleasure.

When we arrived, we went upstairs to the office of Remember Youth for Change. We sat in a large circle and Bienve conducted a closing ceremony. It was an opportunity to say anything we felt needed to be said about our 2 days of him presenting his humanitarian and community work in the Goma area, and us learning about it. Bienve spoke briefly and I expressed my gratitude for the learning, for the experience, for his work, and for the love of his people that resides within him.

Then we were presented with some beautiful African clothing – a dress for me, and shirts fo my son and his dad. I have no idea where I will wear it, but I shall find a way. This had been accomplished during the past 2 days, after meeting us and assessing our sizes!

Photographs were taken of various groups of people, and then we were brought downstairs to Bienve’s home, where the blender awaited the peeling of the fruit. Rebecca, a staff member and close friend of the family, peeled. Bienve chopped and we shared a delightful concoction.

I had the pleasure of having Ilio, 2 year old son of Bienve + Clariss, lean on me and sit on my lap as we sat in the sun enjoying the company of these kind and caring people from another world. I gave Elia, the 3 year old, a small beaded doll named Rita. (Rita had originally come from Africa, and had been in the posession of a friend for many years. She asked me to return Rita to Africa on this journey.) Elia was delighted. Her small hand clutched Rita every time I glanced her way.

Finally it was time to say goodbye to Clariss, Rebecca, and the children and return to our hotel. On our way there, we had one more stop to make – to meet the pastor of the nearby church who provides support to Remember Youth for Change. While at the church, we were shown yet another delight that originated in Bienve’s wise and generous heart. We had the pleasure of meeting a band of mostly young people and the band’s director. They played “Amazing Grace” for us and it was beautiful! I could not help cheering and clapping for them to offer my gratitude and support.

We went to another room and met a budding pianist.

Bienve is looking for 2-3 saxophones to add to the band. I am making this my project over the next few months.

Let me know if you have a saxophone or other instrument that wants to be used in Africa!

Bienve knows that music is a healer – along with good work, small business + industry, gardens, community, and all the offerings he generates.

We finally did get to our hotel, and I opted out of the evening meal. I needed rest, and Bienve would be driving us back across the border to Rwanda the next day to catch our flight home. I had brought some protien bars along to supplement any missed meals or hungry moments and 2 of them served as dinner that night.

I fell asleep in short order.

Would you like to know more about Goma’s nonprofit Remember Youth for Change? https://www.facebook.com/rememberyouthforchange

After the Meal

The Africa Posts

After the meal at the Bulango Camp, we walked outside a bit. Initially there were trees here, but almost all of their slim trunks were used to shape the structures that serve as homes for each family.

Some of this time is a blur. Looking back, I realize how sleep deprived I was. I haven’t fully returned to balance as I write these words about 11 days after this meal I reported on yesterday. Right now it is early morning here, and it is 9 hours later in Democratic Republic of Congo – afternoon.

That afternoon, I had been in Africa for 7 days after a 23 hour segmented trip through the sky during which I slept 4 hours. Aside from my one day of hand washing clothes and visiting the Nile, I had full days every day, sometimes up before 4 am and/or up until midnight or later. I had fallen, injured my knee – which provided an extra night short of sleep due to monitoring my injury, changing my bandages and making sure I didn’t bleed on the linen. I got stitches the following day; my knee is still mildly inflamed. I somehow adjusted to the 8 or 9 hour time change (depending on the country) by force of our schedule. We had spent time in 2 areas of Uganda, slept in an airport due to cancelled flight, climbed a slippery hill in search of gorillas in Rwanda, crossed the border by land into DRC, and spent 2 very full days in Goma with Bienve.

I am quite aware, due to my condition since my return, of my age. Did I say I am 68? I am in good form for my age. I have eaten concsiously since my 20s, I lived on a fairly steep hill for most of the past 25 years, I did a lot of bicycling for 10 of the past 15 years, I stretch daily and walk often, though I am slowing down the past 2 winters. All of this allowed me to take this trip, and I know I will return to well-being soon.

For peace of mind, I will visit a specialist in tropical infections soon, although I expect a clean bill of health. Something passed through my body in the first few days home, but I am feeling stronger daily.

The impact of this journey on my soul is immeasurable. For all of it I am grateful. I carry much more within my soul than I did when I left. The impact of each soul I connected with, each child’s and woman’s face I looked into, smiles shared, hands touched, steps walked beside, meals taken with – has left its mark. And I also hold a part of the loss in my heart, the loss that came before that which now shows in the faces I looked into.

And I hold the knowledge of each helping person who saw the need and created solutions. I hold within me the knowledge and experience of those who wielded help and showed me these comparatively small areas of our planet with people in need, as a result of loss and trauma. They showed me how they took personal action to provide others’ healing and ability to walk forward into their uncertain future.

I stress “small areas of our planet” because I know that loss and pain and trauma exist in many other places as well. Places we hear about on the news. Places we are not aware of. Some are in our communities. Some are next door to us. I know that loving others are nearby to help. The loving others who help those in need is an important part of my story, though I have not written about it fully. I have only a miniscule knowledge of it. I know a small handful of their faces, shown to me on this journey – honored, appreciated and loved by me.

I hope to extend myself in ways that will unfold as I walk forward. My way is a smaller and more personal way than the way of these who create organizations and attract other helpers and step forward powerfully and bravely in love and support of their fellow humans. Their names are Beka (who I have yet to write about), Kuol, Bienve, and there are many others – those with vision, and those who spend their time and resources in support of the vision of these leaders.

Either way, it matters whether or not we choose to help fellow humans within our reach.

I have witnessed and touched a great deal. Were it not for the blessing of being able to share my journey through this writing, I would not be able to process it. But I am – day by day – in gratitude and love and grateful absorption, release and transformation. Thank you for reading my words. For caring, for being willing to hold this knowledge I share.

I meant for this post to be about the walk after the meal. But this day and this meal is a huge aspect of what I am carrying and holding now. And so it turns out that I have shared a bit more about this more personal aspect of what I saw and carry within “After the Meal.”

Would you like to know more about Goma’s nonprofit Remember Youth for Change? https://www.facebook.com/rememberyouthforchange