I will start this blog by remembering my visit to Sierra Leone last November and December. I did a blog while I was there but it is interesting to notice what “sticks” from the experience. The one thing that makes me smile when I think of it was visiting up in Kabala which is where I lived for most of the time I was in Sierra Leone. The place had changed tremendously — some for the good and some not so much. I hadn’t told anyone I was coming up to visit so I got to surprise them.
We arrived at the house where Fatmata was living. She was our cook and did the “brooking” (the laundry) for us. She is a lively person with three lovely children. When we drove up to the house and she recognized that it was me. She began yelling,”My grandmother is here, my grandmother is here!” I am only about 10 years older than Fatmata so I was a little taken aback. But it was wonderful to see her. A lot had happened since I left. She and her husband split up and the girls are all grown. Somehow they all managed to survive the way, but it took its toll on all of them.