deep ache in my chest

What moves me? What shakes the very core of my existence? What fills me with such passion I can't sit still? Africa. Specifically, Swaziland. It's coming up on a year since I went to that country and my life was flipped upside down. Not a day goes by that I do not think of the people I met there. Would you believe me if I told you my arms ache to hold those children again? Maybe. There isn't anything I wouldn't give to go back there. To play soccer with the boys. To talk with the wise men and women of Jemba. To see Mbendulu's smile again. To hear the children's laughter. Will my feet ever touch that land again? In my heart, yes. There is no doubt in my mind. I just don't know if I will be able to wait that long.