The last few days have been particularly challenging for me and my wife Lerato. Having someone around whose prone to serious lung problem is very difficult for me to relate. The fact that I don't (not yet) get sick so often makes it even harder to accept that Lerato's condition is here to stay. In my mind, i associated it with her not being able to 'toughen up' and I'm the perfect guy to help her to it. But I'm slowly beginning to realise that even Jesus could have taken the same stand with our continuous inability to look beyond what we see and feel. And if he did none of us will even be remotely close to receiving salvation. Unconditional compassion requires me to hope for someone to improve their physical state without ever judging the pace at which they strive to get there. Easier said than done.
It was a normal working day on a hot and usually dusty afternoon in Yaounde when I got the call to come and collect my Visa for my upcoming trip to Italy. I was elated. It had been 17 years since I had last seen my foster aunts and cousins. I was beside myself. I distinctly remember my trip back to wish my father goodbye and how emotional I was because I knew that somehow I will not see him for a long while. I remember the bus trip back to Yaounde and how surreal it all felt (especially since there was a job interview lined up in Munich). Me on the bus (in the middle of nowhere) on my way back to Yaounde. Clearly I was too excited to sleep (like someone next to me). I was already missing my lovely Cameroon. On the news, the coronavirus (covid-19) was beginning to show its ugly head in Italy and various other neighbouring countries. My aunt even told me to postpone my trip, but it was too late. I was already packed. Don't mess with a black man and his luggage! Me, mysel...
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