I came home tonight pretty tired. It was a long and busy day and the days lately have been too full – work, taking care of my aunt’s move, wrapping up loose ends, kids and their stuff, sick grandson and having to call his mom in sick to be excused from classes. Lots of little busy details that I have to remember to take care of. Glad for my PDA that helps me keep organized.
So, arriving home tired, I sat down at the computer to quickly check my e-mail before making supper.
I never expected the news I read – Massa is coming. Not just a notice of the positive decision to send him here but dates and flight numbers of the plane he is coming on.
Waiting. It has been 8 long years of waiting, paperwork, waiting, repeating the paperwork, waiting. Praying. Reminding ourselves that God had led them to the place they were at. Praying and waiting.
I haven’t seen these guys since we left the Congo in a hurry back in 1991. They were Eric’s best friends, like brothers. They were always around. The cement cooking stand on my back porch made a good seat when there was no charcoal fire burning there. Someone was always hanging out there and these guys were often there. All young guys like chocolate cake or just a drink of water after a soccer game. There were always soccer games. And there were the spoils after hunts or fishing trips and I had a freezer.
There are so many memories. Having Massa arrive will be like having one of my own boys come home after being apart for 15 years. It will be so good.
But we still wait. We have good news about Massa but there is still Younde waiting in Cameroun.
Bring him home too, God. Merci Nzambe. Na motindo na yo, yaka na ye awa noki.