Ah, found this picture from almost three years ago. It was me on a road trip with my mother to Maputo, (formerly known as Lourenço Marques, before independence) Mozambique.
It was a trip that elevated both my consciousness and desire to demand dignity for all peoples. It showed me not only the strength and resilience of those who are seemingly less favoured in social and economic ranks, but also opened my eyes to how it is (always) possible to have a thriving (and joyful) spirit despite your circumstances. The few days I spent there afforded me a kind of spiritual liberation too, being able to interact and hold hands with what I believe to be one of the world's most loving, giving and endearing people alive. Mozambicans visibly exude a warmth that is unrivaled to many other encounters I've had. Genuine smiles, sincere conversation, and delicious catering. I haven't been back since, even though I promised myself to go again within a few months of my visit. My parents have been there on numerous occasions I was little though, their visits grew less frequent as I got older (er, ja). I have an aunt over, my family there is where I've learnt the little Portuguese I am now familiar with. But... I will visit again and when I do it will be for much longer than just a week, and preferably a solo excursion.
I also did plenty of reading and writing; and talking and reminiscing and reflecting and foresighting and loving with me mommy on the trips back and forth. We chose to transport there by land for these very reasons, I fell even more in love with her during this time, as if that was any more possible, but it was. And the stories we ricocheted between us will forever be a product of the woman I am.
And of course, I took the window seat (shout out to Badu "I just need a chance to fly/ A chance to cry and a long bye-bye")
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