It feels like its been forever since I posted something.
Well, now I have something to say. About places and people and what distance does to you.
I'm in Mozambique, the country of Samora Mâchél, the man I fell in love with when I was a little girl. So, imagine how it feels to step on where he probably stepped and to listen to stories from those that adored him almost as much as I did and those that shook hands with him or even saw him on TV. Vivid memories that have now become mine too.
I love Maputo, there's something about this city that I'm yet to put my finger on. It is an old city, several of the buildings were built in the hey days, there's a lot of renovation and new buildings coming up, there's some amazing food, and there's Laurentina, a local beer that I will have to taste. Or perhaps it is that person ...never mind.
The days here have been laborious, I've been up at 6 am every morning and wrapping at One am, promptly. Editing and sending packages for our business news on CCTV Africa.
I have been called a workaholic, ask those that have dared to love me.
It isn't something I am proud of, but when I sink to work that I Enjoy doing, I sink. Deep. And nothing else exists. I will not fight with that anymore. So, I have also fallen in love with the local language, Portuguese.
I have learnt a few words, and i think it is sexier than French and Spanish combined. When God made languages, he made Portuguese, just like when he made Men he put them in Africa, and when he made women he put them in Russia. (that's not original, An African man once told me that)
Anyway, it's been exciting, a number of packages in anticipation of the Mozambique investment forum which kicks off tomorrow.
About distance....it clears my mind. It has, it will. For now. Obrigado muito. Come back again. Xx