The grand finale.
The dreaded last day has arrived. Here we are.
And so, wake up early, heart on shoulder and off to Charawe kindergarten.
It is said that everything that happens is never a coincidence, and I think that the village of Charawe as the last stop on our roadmap had its own meaning, which for one reason or another did not leave any of us indifferent. In Charawe I found something different, first of all an extremely isolated and apparently barren, despite his undoubted resourcefulness. The children did not smile at us right away, no one overwhelmed us with hugs. I saw dirty children, poorly cared for, I would dare say wilder, but above all more hostile. After playing, dancing and laughing, we went back to being “muzungu”.
How strange this term, how strange to be called that. It corresponds to their derogatory term to indicate us whites. I felt these children distant, even though they were in front of me. Whose fault is it? Who created our cultural barriers? Not them, not us. I am a volunteer and my role is also to not look for those responsible and not to let myself be overwhelmed by anger, to remain firm. And that is why even in the face of unpleasant sensations it is possible to learn something, and today I have learned a lot, which adds to all the extraordinary things I have experienced here.
My peace was found again in front of a white and blue twilight on the beach of Jambiani, where many and many carefree children chased a simple black and white ball, but so important to them. How much these children have taught me I cannot explain.
Thanks to Africa for bringing out the best in me and thanks to my travel companions who allowed me to be myself. Don't be afraid friends, our great journey is not over, it has just begun.
Long live love, long live humanity
Carlotta @ Zanzibar, Tanzania
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