Today is my final day in Zimbabwe. This country has been great to me. The people are wonderful, the culture is vibrant, and so many people love Jesus here. This country will forever hold a special place in my heart. Zimbabwe used to be a part of my mother’s history, but it is now a part of mine as well.
Thirty plus years ago, my mother walked the streets of Zimbabwe. Now, I have walked those same streets. Thirty plus years ago, my mother taught children about Jesus. Now, I have taught children about Jesus. Thirty plus years ago, my mother enjoyed sadza. Now, I have enjoyed sadza. (Sadza is a type of food in Africa. It is most simmilar to grits. if you’ve never had grits, go south young man.) Thirty plus years ago, my mother fell in love with Zimbabwe. Now, I have fallen in love with Zimbabwe.
I am truly going to miss this country. It has treated me well. Granted, I will not miss the children running up to me and ripping out my arm hair. And leg hairs. And head hairs. Come to think of it, they really liked my hair. Anyway, if I were to continue, I would start rambling. Therefore, I will finish with a final goodbye to Zimbabwe.
Goodbye, land of my mother. May God always reside in these people’s hearts. Amen.
