I wrote an epilogue in my Daily Diary while flying home from Tanzania. Here it is…
I’m halfway home, Leaving the unique culture of Africa, Heading to the Western multi-culture of Australia.
Sitting in a Bangkok lounge, Eating Pizza and drinking Chianti, Asians are eating Pasties and drinking Frappe’.
I stop and observe,The myriad nature of Human Identities, Skin color, dress, language and Religions.
I start to reflect upon, How our Identifying Culture is so often used, To separate, dominate and to justify abuse.
I listened on the plane, To a Christian Evangelist who preached his Brief, To build Churches in Africa and spread his Belief.
Then to an unassuming, Elderly woman in Muslim headdress, Wanting just to be accepted as she is, no less.
I’d come to Africa, With thoughts of only what I could give, I had no intention of changing the way they live.
What I discovered was, That in giving without judgement or expectation, We open the door to a deeper connection.
We create a path for, Two-way flow of love and appreciation, A shared culture without any Identity!