One year on...
Our last week in Beira was crazy busy, packing was a nightmare and it felt like we would never find places for stuff. Sophie and I were a bit more relaxed as we just needed to pack the stuff we would need for travelling and take everything else round to Marinas to be sorted when we got back.
Our Children of God party at Manga went really well. The children were lovely and we did a bit of teaching, singing, banner making and playing games. I was amazed at the boys ability to jump really high over a rope, sort of inverted Limbo.
On the last friday afternoon we all went down to the beach with the Vaz youth group and had the most amazing time, it was such a great way to say goodbye. We broke down all of the cultural boundarys that we had been observing for the six months, by wearing board shorts that showed our knees, shock horror! But when Pinto, who is a country lad and therfore very traditional in things like that, was encouraging us we figured it was fine. Most surprising was Leonora stripping off to just a skirt and bra to go in the sea. And Marcelina and some of the boys had come prepared with spare clothes in order to go in the sea, it was like we all instinctively knew that we were going swimming. We played games, (Marco Polo, made all the more special by Valentims little head in the sea shouting polaay polaay) and had a dance contest. I think that Miqui won, closely followed by Manuel, they were doing the Macarena!
We finished up by singing our favourite song, Rumbiza, on the beach, we were all very tearful, especially Marcelina who said that it had been amazing to get to know us and she only wished that she had met us sooner.
The journey back into town from the beach was brilliant, all of us crowded into a chapa and started singing Maari Wakanaka and Acuna Wakaita. The other people on the chapa , not that many more could fit in, were amazed and some even joined in.
The saturday was our despidida (leaving party) at the church. After a rushed goodbye to Jill, who gave us the most amazing mix-cd, we arrived at the church with Marina to find not many people there. Gradually a few more people turned up, but eventually all of Kids club turned up, it was fantastic and made me cry. At kids club that morning Pinto had told them alll about it, saying that they should go home and have a wash and get changed so they could come, and they obviously had, so amazing! There was an odd moment half way through when Miqui had to leave to go to the Bible School so I didnt have a chance to say goodbye to him properly which was a real shame as he had been a big part of our time there. But the rest was really good. Emma and I presented our gifts with a word or two and they all went down really well. Then Manuel read an official, stamped and signed, report of our time there, right from the beginning, but as he did so he was in tears, it was sad but amazing to realise how much people were going to miss us, we had become such good friends. Then the church presented us with matching Capulanas and head scarf in the latest capulana style, and also a little woven purse. Lots of photos were taken amid dancing and singing, and bizzarely enough they took the opportunity to take a collection. It was lovely to have Beth with her kids Sarah and Johnathon there as well, and Marina preached. A very good end. Afterwards we went back to Pastor Samuels for a final Ricoffy, very fitting.
That evening we tried to spend as much time as possible with our family. The girls knew that it was our last night and were a bit upset, and even Lulu looked teary when we gave him his chocolate, but Rosa was very distant and actually asleep for most of it. She also seemed very unimpressed with our presents for her, it was a bit strange and sad. I had to leave very early ( I think four) the next morning so we checked that she would be up to say goodbye then and went to bed for the last time in our now very bare room.
The next morning the girls were up to see me off, but sadly no Rosa, and as the taxi left we were all crying. Marlene gave me some leaving cake that she had iced especially last thing at night. It was so hard to leave them there and I miss them so much.
But Sophie and I were off for Winston and Margins big adventure. I won't go into much detail but we had a great two weeks, snorkelling, lazing on beaches, swimming with the beautiful whale sharks, getting stung by jellyfish, and watching some very impressive surfing, stopping at Vilankulo, Tofo, Maputo and Durban. We did realise however that something seemed to happen to everywhere we wanted to visit, Vilankulo was the worst hit place by the cyclone, Tofo had freak spring tides, Maputo had the massive explosion in the ammunitions dump, and Durban was hit by massive waves. Very strange.
Going back briefly to Vilankulo, it was very eerie being there. Having missed the worst of the cyclone in Beira we weren't really prepared for the devastation that we saw there. One massive building that looked like a sports centre had all of the metal sheets ripped from the sides and the structure looked all bent. Many places were missing their roofs and loads of power lines were lying all over the place. There were practically no other tourists there so it was very bizarre. Marina has since been back to the same place that we stayed at, (they remembered us!) and says that it is looking better but there are still lots of houses without roofs.
We flew back from Maputo to Beira on Monday 2nd April and stayed over at Marinas, actually having to sort out stuff and pack properly this time, quite a task, I left loads of clothes and toilettries to make way for all the touristy stuff and mementoes. Our last morning in Africa (!) we tried to go to Biques for breakfast but the kitchen was closed for cleaning so instead went into town to cafe riviera. Beira felt very strange, even the chapas weren't busy and we weren't hassled once!
And then we were off! flying to Jo'Burg and then on home. I was fine all of the way and we watched the sunrise over Paris, very beautiful. That is I was fine until I saw the English channel, then I started crying. It was so overwhelming to be actually coming home after so long.
Our entire families were at the airport to meet us, very strange seeing them in new clothes! It was FREEZING seriously cold, especially as we only had flip flops( i had handily left my trainers in Zimbabwe).
So being home, I actually seemed to adjust fairly quickly, but did, and still do miss it so much. I gave a couple of talks, one at the Wednesday club at one at a brilliant Worship Space service on Africa. At the Worship Space one we dressed up in Capulanas and made shakers and sponataneously started making music, and then afterwards we had African food, including my homemade Massa and Matapa!
A week or so after Soph and I got home we all met up again, including Lizzie, for our debrief in London. It was a great chance to meet all the other teams again and share our experience. We talked about reflecting responding and ummm, another re- word. It was really useful. Afterwards Soph and Emma came back to mine for a girly dance movie fest, something that we realised we all had a passion for whilst in Moz.
I am still in contact with the whole team and Marina, occasionally speak to one of the guys from the Oasis office online and speak to Moleen on the phone. I email Marcelina as well which is fantastic as she provides all the news from Vaz. Just recently I received a fantastic email from her, saying that in answer to all of our prayers, she had found some Dutch missionaries who could pay for her to study medicine at University. She also said that Brother Miquitaio was now Missionary Miquitaio, having done a course, and that they were thinking of setting up an outreach project for street kids.
News via Emmie from Tim and Beth was also great. Pinto is saving up to get married in the new year, and the Sunday School has grown huuuuge, with five different ones happening round Vaz. Things are going really well there.
As for me, being home has really made me see how I was affected by all things Moz. I have deffinately grown in my faith which is cool. And I have a whole lot more confidence, still shy soemtimes but not half as much. I was also worriedthat Moz would be my last 'missionary' experience, but in fact I really feel that God is calling me to go into the missionary field after University, although where, when or for how long is still being kept a secret, but still quite excting stuff, if a little scary!
And now I am at University in Aberdeen, studying German, Anthropology, Sociology and an Introduction to the Hebrew Bible! I started up here two weeks ago and am gradually settling in, getting to know a new 'team', commonly known as flatmates, and finding my way round another city. And of course getting ready to turn 20 tomorrow!!!!!! Who knows what will happen next!
So yet again, Bye
Rachelxxxxxxxxxx

