by
Mel Gallegos
Jambo,
We
have come to the last day we would be spending in Mombasa.
Our Rotarian hosts knew we would need time to pack,
particularly with the items we had accumulated during our
visit. Our morning was free until we would be picked up to
attend a Rotary meeting at noon.
Slowly
each of us made our way to the lobby, checked out and
collected our luggage in one spot for loading on our bus. We
knew that we would be leaving 2 of our group, Marge and
Bill, who would be staying to work in the local schools. We
were somewhat subdued at first but then began to share our
memories and thoughts. We left with Arafat, our driver, and
drove to the Mombasa Club where we were hosted at the
meeting of the Rotary Club of Bahari Mombasa. Club President
Nelson Mburugu greeted us and we introduced ourselves to the
members of the club. We also had a chance to say hello to
our friends we had met over the last 4 days. We were given
club banners and then an extra gift of umbrellas. We were
told that the umbrellas were from a project where they had
been given out to the local police who handled traffic
control to be used when it was raining and to help ward off
the hot sun. They were labeled with a Rotary wheel and the
name of the club.
The
meeting ended and we left for the airport accompanied by
many of the Rotarians. There we said our final goodbyes. The
handshakes and hugs were a little tighter and there was a
reluctance to let go. We knew that we would not see many of
our friends for sometime.
We
went through security and began the long journey home.
I
can’t speak for everyone but I know that we all shared
similar feelings. It was bittersweet to be leaving. We were
going home to family and friends. We would be going back to
our lives in San Diego with its familiarity. But deep inside
we were reluctant to leave. We had become close to our
Rotarian brothers and sisters in Uganda and Kenya. We had
been welcomed like long lost family members who had come
home and now we were leaving.
I
will be back. I had left a little of my heart there in
Africa and that part would always be calling for me to
return.