It hit me during a friends braai, swapping stories over wine and meat.
I am different. I may not understand every story (because sometimes the punchline just has to be in Setswana to be funny). Our childhoods are worlds apart. Our experiences in life are far removed.
And it doesn’t matter.
In the end we are all the same.
Our life stories are now becoming intertwined. As we teach one another of life beyond our own hemispheres.
And in the moment, with the gnats buzzing in the light of the candles stuck in Savanna Dry bottles – I know without a doubt that I am loved.