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T-1

It's T-1. Tomorrow at this time I am on a plane to Maputo. I have been away for 2 years, it is too long. Mozambique will always break my heart apart. It breaks my heart to see what's there despite the joy of all we accomplish. It breaks my life to leave C behind but I can't wait to go back. It breaks my heart to leave without seeing every single child but time is too short there. It breaks my heart to spend so much time solving grown up problems when really I wanted to be hearing about children problems instead. It has always been such mixed feeling and such an attempt not to want more than I can get. 
When going the important is to focus on the achievements and not the ones we failed, the ones that are in school and not the ones that pregnant, the ones rebuilding their homes rather than the ones who just lost it, the ones getting treatment for AIDS rather than the ones dying of it. It is hard, as the numbers usually are against you. 
It's a long and hard ultra marathon on our side some times and it is only seeing the outcomes that sometimes you get enough strenght. In fact it is also by being there and seeing it that you ensure the spark in your eyes is stronger than any argument when talking to a donour or a crowd. It makes you stronger to won the funds you need to turn the numbers in your favour. Because sitting in London, it's a numbers game.
It is when you go there that every number has a face, and then it all makes sense. A

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Anonymous said…
So how was it and are you back??
Your bald friend.

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