it’s been over two years and oh, by the way, i’m married!
so for those of you just joining us… i had a few lovers in africa. and by few i mean two. and by lovers, i mean tall, dark, handsome young men who professed their undying love to me repeatedly, called me their “dream” and an “answer to prayer” and insisted that i was to bear their half african babies. all of this of course occurred during the whirlwind of a day that was my last full day in mozambique. lest you fear, i declined both (even fought off a kiss on a busy beira street) and boarded my previously scheduled flight back to the u-s-of-a. what followed would have been a certifiable restraining order situation if the men did not live in huts half way across the world!
phone call upon phone call. sometimes as many as 16 calls within a 4 hour period. all hours of the day and night africa would register on my cell phone. my friends got used to me saying, ‘oh, it’s just africa.’ then the emails. oh the insanely hilarious emails! it was pretty nice to know that i could bewitch two young men with such power and then just crush their little hearts!
drastic measures were taken. my extremely obvious rejections through email and my demands to receive no more phone calls were clearly dismissed. the phone rang. and rang. and rang. my cell phone voice mail message became generic and manly. it was my dad’s deep voice. the calls ceased….for a while… with sporadic rings every few months. then gaps of time with africa no longer calling and then, when you least expect it, it pops back up. two missed phone calls this morning… it’s just africa!