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In
my final days in Grahamstown, while I was sorting out everything before
leaving, I went to the bank. I was seating there waiting and hoping that I
would not deal with any of my queries with a lady which was constantly rude to
me. Unfortunately, I had no choice…She greeted me and looked at my Redbull and
said: “You know I used to be addicted to it…until one day I went to the doctor
and they said I have holes in my heart.” I smiled and I nodded thanking her for
her concern. I did not care about what she thought about my infamous addiction
but I realized she was right about one thing…I definitely had holes in my heart.
However, an energy drink had nothing to do with it.
When
I was applying for a scholarship to study in South Africa, I had no self-
confidence because I was raised in a damaged land where opportunities are given
to opportunists. When I got the acceptance letter, I told my parents how it
would be a great opportunity for a Media student since South Africans
effectively exercise their freedom of speech. But the truth is, I was tired of
being collateral damage of Angolans’ moral blindness and I desired to run away.
I could name a thousand of things that I hate about Angola and my fellow
Angolans but I don’t want to be bitter anymore.
I
decided to finally follow the advices of the thousands of motivational quotes
saved on my phone. “Don’t be afraid, take a chance…” and blah blah. So I did
it… I didn’t let anything stop me even though I did not know a single soul in
Grahamstown or even heard of the town. Also, I promised myself I would be
smarter this time and I would not be attached to people or let anyone in…I was guarded
because my country brainwashed me into believing that you cannot trust anyone.
As
I settle and unpack my stuff, I started unpacking my anger, hurt and
resentment. Slowly, I started letting people in and perhaps even trusting them.
Their energy, charisma and the so-called ‘small town pureness’ was winning me.
Maybe we all had something in common, we all were running away from
something…and we all wanted to create an understanding diaspora in Grahamstown.
Secretly,
I wanted to make friends, I wanted to have someone be there for me in this
utopia land…I just couldn’t trust people like I did before. I finally realized
wherever I go the source of my suffering always comes from my trauma. It goes
back to hurtful memories…Whenever someone new starts collecting my pieces, it
comes hunting me and destroys every remaining hope I still have.
I
remember once I was dishing up for a friend and I was getting ready to warm his
food. He told me he wanted to have it cold. When I asked him why, he said that
he didn’t like cold food but growing up he was forced to get used to it. It reminded
him of home and I thought about how he chooses to relive those memories even
thought they were not pleasant. It made me see pain in a different light. Pain made
him humble and kinder…on the contrary, the side effects of my pain was making
me resentful.
Grahamstown
was a leap of faith…people were caring, giving and warm. And I wanted to be
part of this welcoming and forgiving community. You know I couldn’t understand
how people glorified small towns and how Nicholas spark made it always look
like a special place in his novels. I realized that it allows you to try
again…No matter how screwed up you are, a small town is a chance for renewal
and new beginnings…it is a place for redemption, an escape from your family
dilemmas, troubled past and so on.
I
started opening my heart and the more I opened the more I wanted to stay. They
were so kind to me, always eager to help, to learn, to love and be there for
others. You live your whole life without knowing that people and places like
that exist. I needed it…a place where I could be isolated from the world and do
some soul-searching. I never thought a geographical place would be the catalyst
for restoring my faith.
This
sort of fiction hippie land has given me freedom, resilience, friendship and
love. No words can express my gratitude for this town…Being there, experiencing
such a hopeful, vibrant, powerful, and mountainous land was life-changing.
After all, this peaceful town has become a beautiful memory in my mind and has
awakened my strength to fill the holes in my heart.
See
you soon Grahamstown.
Grahamstown (L)
Reviewed by Lunga Noélia Izata
on
março 03, 2018
Rating: 5
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This is beautiful. I wish one day too I would appreciate Grahamstown as you did. I guess it's because we don't have the same background. I feel lost still. I just pray I get to that point.
ResponderExcluirI think you will get the point when you leave grahamstown for good...you will miss this town...thanks for reading babe
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