* The first sms you receive is not from family or friends, but from M1 that basically says, “We know where you are”
* You say ‘hello’ to the immigration office but he will continue to scrutinise your passport
* You walk into DFS and the aunties flank you and yell from a distance in a nasal voice “Sir looking for wine?”
* You find that children no longer walk; they wheel around on heels like hamsters on a scooter
* You walk out of the airport and you are choked by the humidity, and you perspire like a soaking sponge for the next 48hrs
* You wake in the morning and you get to say “good morning” to your mom and dad for the first time in 6 months… …
……. it is nice to be home…..
Sunday, June 05, 2005
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