I think I would be lying if I said that I wasn't nervous for my return, both physically and emotionally. Physically I was worried how my body would cope, firstly with getting to Botswana but also with the rigorous day to day life that Bana Ba Metsi demands. On the emotional front I was nervous about a lot of things, how would I fit back into the scheme of things at the school? How would I cope with travelling down the same road the accident occured, would it bring up any demons that I had not yet delt with?
My worries were short lived however, it seems I am stronger than I think. Physically my back has given me little grief even though I had to endure a 6 hour bus ride sandwiched between two fairly large women. Even through this discomfort I still managed to sleep most of the way (no demons encountered). The bus ride was necessary in order to get from Maun to Shakawe where I was to be picked up by Peter Dow, the school director.
After another hour of driving I could see it, the sign for home "Welcome to Bana Ba Metsi". I have envisioned this moment everyday since the accident, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little choked up, but I managed to hold it together. I couldn't have the boys first impression of me being a weak one.
I'm sitting here trying to think of the right words I should use to convey how happy and content I am to be back, but it seems an impossible task. As soon as I was with Tim, Paul and Justus it felt as if I'd never left. They were kind enough to put on a braii for my return and we eat like kings, something that won't last as the BBM diet resumes tomorrow.. ohh how I've missed pap.
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