On missing home

Some days I miss my other home. My other home being Cape Town.  I miss the vibe - I cannot describe what exactly that vibe is but I miss it so much it hurts. 

The sunshine.  The people.  Driving through Pinelands and seeing all the front doors open.  The sun.  The accent. The culture. Table mountain.  The lifestyle.  Having drinks in the evening sun.  Driving with the window down and smelling the braai's being had. Popping to Kwik Spar and picking up their divine cheese rolls and a Creme Soda.  Listening to 5fm.  Seeing my family and friends.  Going to Howard Centre and bumping into at least five people you know.  Steers.  Having a beach 10 minutes drive away.

Don't get me wrong, I love England and all its culture, but fellow Capetonions will agree - there is no place on earth that can compare to The Mother City.

I found this and it made me realise how much I love Africa and everything it is about.

I remember in school after each assembly we used to say a prayer.

God Bless Africa.
Guide her leaders, guard her children and give her peace. 
And let that peace begin with me.
Amen.

I love that prayer.  It all begins with us. 

Happy Tuesday x

4 comments :

  1. A piece of writing from deep in the heart. I too am now 'homesick' for the famialiarities of where was once home. Well written.

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    1. Thanks Chris - sending African vibes your way :)

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  2. Nice piece of writing Claire, which I can understand. Cape Town is like no other place, with its own everything, just as you say. You almost made me feel homesick. But I also feel the same way about where we lived in Spain, and that is where a big chunk of my heart still is. Excellent Claire, you have revived a lot of emotions.

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