Hurray, I can blog even with much more difficulty than anticipated. It’s been near ‘shaggy’ dear world and why not thrilling. I was there working out and smiling as much on the day of my departure, not knowing that a scheduled 8-9 hours flight (em if I flew directly you know), will end up taking me at least 30 hours. That’s how thrilling I find my own life, sometimes to my own amazement.
So I get Stuck in Casablanca because I MISS my connecting flight. Don’t ask me what happened. Time zone and my watch changed to an hour plus or less something like that. And I was sitting at the right gate I bet you, I saw my flight written but thought they were still early. Hmm, I had to spend the night at their airport hotel and fortunately got vouchers for a B&B and a lunch at the retaurant the next day. Next departure at 9.25 pm on the 31st and sure I was there at 8 pm. Cozy flight, had three seats to myself, overall 20 passengers in total. Guess who arrived with me on that same flight? Two of my luggage who had rightly been checked in on the 30th. The third one arrived yes yesterday and that’s just how it goes out here.
Only one Musketeer seen so far
The father of my two other boys has deliberately kept them in some far away village although I informed him over a month ago of my arrival. I used the French word ‘J’espere’, which means I hope… and he told me he found it commanding. So maybe he goes, he’ll go bring them sometime this week. I am much stronger in spirit than that, and that alone can drain his nerves this I know.
So this morning I was already at a TV Show called Cameroon Crow, to talk about my books and the Gbm Foundation of which I am the Country DIrector. I am also trying to settle down both at the office and at home. I am so glad to be Home and I wish us all the best – I’ll write again when I finally get my other two and sure if the internet, weather and all other factors permit 🙂