Thank you for everything Maputo, you have been wonderful to me.
I feel like I’m breaking up with a perfect partner. Why am I chosing to leave a city that dances with me until sunset, makes me laugh, invites me for wonderful dinner, plays great live music for me, shows me things I have never seen before, and makes me feel beautiful, loved and appreciated?
My iPod has an Etevaldo playlist on it. It throws me straight into an ocean of nostalgia, tears and happiness. My mind indulges while my body dances. Me descontrola, me descomanda.
Obrigada, Maputo. Estaremos sempre juntos. A luta continua.
And all my good-bye hugs and phonecalls today ended the same:
“I’m convinced that you’ll be back. See you then.”