Why start over?

Why start over?

For what its worth, it’s never too late to be…happy!

We´ve been back to Luanda nine years ago from London and I still can’t answer why did we came back to Angola.

 I was born there 17 days after the independency day! Yeahhh

Well that was not so good for me because it was followed by war until 2002! Yes, 27 years of war!

So, when I was very little I went to Portugal for safety reasons, and only returned to Angola when I was 10 years old! Only then I met my mother’s family…more details later…and had to leave again when I was 17 with a vivid war experienced of 5 days closed in a small closet…and since then I’ve been around a lot…

But first things, first, right?!

Back to the question “why start over?”

Well, both me and Kumba, when we decided to come back to Luanda, we had a memory of what was in our childhood and it had changed a lot. Back then, everybody was a friend of everybody! Neighbors helped each other and even with the lack of everything, including food, you could borrow half of the only cup of sugar from your neighbors!

I remember to not see a lot of cars, and people walked a lot, even to go far and deliver a message from your grandmother to a friend.

Family were very close to each other. I remember that at least on Sundays we would all get together, all eat the best food of the week “Bitoque” which is simply beef with chips, white rice and fried egg on top of it!

Sometimes we even got soda to share baptized, as my grandmother use to say, with water in order to be enough for all the children in the house. Those were really good times!

We came back because we were starting a family and we wanted it to be in our nation, our country, near our family and friends and where we could find our roots…

At the time, our life plan was looking good! Both of us were academically skilled, so jobs, for us, were very easy to get.

The problem started with paying so much for zero quality in everything! The jobs paid good but still we couldn´t get our kids in the best international schools (public schools, it´s impossible to talk about…) and then the worst nightmare happens…

We were already used to travelling all the time to buy clothes, shoes, health check-ups and we really believed we had everything under control until we had an emergency with Kumba…

He went to play football at Kenzo´s school and he ruptured his Achilles tender!

We went to one of the best clinics there and he got a surgical repair.

He wasn´t getting any better and I also got sick with my back surgery, so we just took all we had and borrowed some…and with our three kids we went to Johannesburg in South Africa…

His leg was like a giant balloon, and according to the clinic in Angola, he just had to put ice on it to ease the pain and the swallow…

Luckily, we went straight to the hospital in Johannesburg where he was immediately admitted because he had a blood coagulation from wrong administered drugs and when the doctor there saw the MRI, literally said and I quote “fuck they made a braid with your tender!”

Since then this history doesn´t end, he really needs to take care of it and it´s one of the motives why we decided to start over!

So here we are! I hope you´re liking so far…and I’ll be back soon...and i quote:”Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.”