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My Journey back home 

I ended my last blog by saying “Special message to the one who is reading my blog from Dubai ”.

As I was chatting with “The one reading my blog from Dubai ”, she asked me if I could write about my journey back home, and here I am. Your wish is my command, as it is stated in the movie “The Secret”.

 After six years away from home, it took me two minutes to decide it was time to go back (actually, these were two minutes after I received money I was not expecting lol). To tell the truth (not that I was lying before), I was so excited, but I did not know what to expect. After making that decision to visit, with the exception of my mom, my brother and one friend, nobody knew I was coming (that was my way of avoiding the paparazzi lol).

 It was a sunny day in May when I landed in my cherished homeland. On my flight from Kenya , I was sitting with a guy from the US who was travelling to Africa for the first time. I told him I was a fellow North American from Canada , and he started asking me about my country of origin. I was proud to tell him everything I knew about this wonderful country that I was so excited to see after six long years. I warned him though not to worry about looking for his gate number at the airport seeing that there was only one gate. After we landed and while exiting the plane he noticed the building to which he exclaimed “Is that it!!!??”
I was rolling with laughter.

What a joy!!! It was so great to see the place again. My mom and my brother were waiting for me at the airport. It was good timing too because my brother was also visiting home after spending four years in South Africa .

 As my brother was driving on our way home, I started laughing. This country has really changed, I said. There were more people in the streets, people riding bicycles and motorcycles all over the place and I even saw cows in the streets. Drivers were horning like crazy. It was a surreal experience within a spectacular view.

Then something hit me. This place had never changed!!! I changed. I became accustomed to a different view after spending six years away from this beautiful country.

I started to think: Isn’t this funny? When we change on the inside, it seems as if the entire world also changes around us. It was at that moment that the quote from Gandhi came alive within me. He said: “Be the change you want to see in the world.” How beautiful is that!

Since then, every time I face any adversity, I just change my view about it and it goes away. I acknowledge that this is easier said than done, but it works.
Moral of the story? Are you facing any adversity? Just visit my home country, and your challenge will go away.

Always a pleasure,
Patrick
The Journeyman.
pbizindavyi6@gmail.com

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