So I did it! I went to Africa by myself and had an amazing time in so many different ways. I spent most of my time with mine and Ga’s mutual friend Sam and his family, living in Namatala slum, in their house not too far from where Ga lived when he was there. I did the touristy stuff, visiting local beauty spots as well as being part of the community for a short time. I walked the bumpy mud roads like Ga did, rode on ‘bodabodas’ (the local motorbike taxi service) and got used to being called ‘Mzungu! (white person) and waving at excited children as I went past. I washed with a bowl of water and cup, and got apt at squatting to go to the loo (a hole in the ground). Just like he did.
One day Sam took me back to the places where Ga had taken his striking photos back in 2009. To outside a rice factory, where women spent 8 hours a day sifting through the discarded chaff, extracting rice grains in which to feed their families and maybe make a little money. It is back-breaking work, bending repeatedly in the formidible heat of the sun. I showed the women there my photos of Ga’s Namatala photos and of him and they stopped working and got animated. ‘We know this white man! He spent many days with us!’ some exclaimed. Sam explained I was his wife, and they asked me if he was well. So I had to break the news and they were shocked and saddened, but soon continued sharing their memories of him with us. There was one particular lady Ga photographed who wasn’t there, but we were given directions to her house, and later on after walking through the depths of Namatala slum, found her. When she saw Ga’s photo she immediately said ‘My friend, he spent many days here looking after me.’ I discovered her name is Grace-Faith and she has HIV. She wasn’t collecting rice that day as she wasn’t well. She showed me the medicines she takes daily. We talked for a time, and I was able to give her copies of the photos Ga took of her, and she choose a photo of Ga to keep. Sam took a photo of us both on her bed (her daughter was sick, lying on another bed to the right of this photo). Before we left I was able to pray with her.
I cannot explain with words what a profoundly, powerful and healing time this was. In some way I felt like I’d come full circle; returning to the place Ga had told me so much about. Turning 2D descriptions into my very own 3D experiences. Returning images Ga created into the hands of those within them. Creating new images from old.
I’d expected torrents of tears during my time away but actually there were very few. I cried far more in Prague. Whatever was happening was on a deeper level than tears. Things were being stirred and healing occurring in the very depths of my soul. Such beautiful peace washed over me as I tied up these loose ends of unfinished business I had with Africa.
I met with Jesus and God’s Holy Spirit in a very wonderful way too. For the past 8 months or so since the first anniversary of Ga’s death I’ve been quite frustrated and angry with grief. Sick of having to deal with it and the tears so have mostly not chosen to spend time alone with God, as inevitably when I did, tears would inevitable fall. It was easier to not go there, even though I knew hanging out with God is always a beneficial thing (as to be honest tears fell enough times when I had no control over them). I’m thankful in his mercy he never let’s go of me, even when I’m struggling to hold on to him. But I had kind of made a deal, that when in Africa, and I had chance to relax I would be open to more grief work with him. There was a relaxing cafe I went to every other day where I spent time reading a Christian book on grief and inner healing, being open to the tears resurfacing and the pain of Ga’s absence to be prominent. But suprisingly what I found was that the tears didn’t come and I wasn’t doubled up in heartache. That beautiful peace the bible describes, that is available despite my circumstances flowed through me. I was sad but so joyful at the same time. Being in the continent that Ga loved, and it turns out was inextricably part of our marriage brought me healing at the deepest level…more than I was expecting.
Alongside this grief work, and the fact I went to Africa because of Ga, I was also beginning to create my own adventure, independantly of Gareth. Spending time with Sam’s family (who Ga had never met) was fun and although Ga was remembered, he did not dominate our time together. For we were in the present, in the rhythms of 2014 creating new experiences from opportunities given to us. And that is a good thing I feel.
Also, this year I have been rediscovering who I am without Ga. What are my interests and passions that are linked only to me and my character now? Ga has definately left me with a sense of adventure, but the way I seek adventure is not the same way he did. So I’d booked myself on to a 2 day White-water rafting trip down the River Nile; something just for me. It was one of the best things I’ve ever done…I revelled in the beauty of the water and nature around me, the sensations of the raging waters I got tossed around in (voluntarily!) as well as the calm still waters I gently floated down. It felt good to have adrenaline surging through my veins because of something fun rather than life and death scary. It sounds awful (but it isn’t) to say but I revelled in the fact I wasn’t missing Ga during it; for this was not something we’d ever done together, and therefore his absence was not as noticable. This was all about me. And that was profoundly healing too.
I want to finish by sharing with you something beautiful that happened on my way home to the airport. Something I had not consciously planned or prepared for so am convinced it is of God. As me, Sam and his family were enjoying our last few hours together by Lake Victoria I felt a sudden prompting to be alone. So I walked a distance away, and sensed the Holy Spirit tell me now was the time to let go of what I’d been holding onto. I didn’t know what that was, but just as suddenly I realised in part, that although I’ve let go of Gareth my husband and trusted him into the competent care of Jesus, part of my frustrations of most of this year has been that I don’t want to be grieving, but I haven’t been able to let go of the dreams and future plans me and Ga had together in our marriage. Plans that included travel to Africa. I didn’t even know this was the case until this moment in Lake Victoria. But I felt safe enough to agree, and as the sun set on my final night in Africa, I willingly and symbolically handed those dreams and plans that will never come to pass now, back into Jesus’ care. They are safe there. Jesus says we can give our burdens to him. And carrying these around with me has been a heavy burden I’ve been carrying. As I went back to Sam and his family, and we got back in the car to drive to the airport, I felt like I was leaving, Ga, our marriage and our joint dreams and plans with Jesus in Africa. It felt good. It felt right. It felt ok. And since then I’ve been experiencing immense peace and joy. I was smiling all the way home on the plane!
And when I arrived back home in Cardiff, the absence of Ga was not the most prominent thing; the presence of myself in my present was. And that’s a significant shifting. I’ll stop here. Obviously there is no end point in grief and Gareth will remain part of me forever but I do feel something massive has happened in Africa and I’m now entering into a new phase on this grief journey.
And now it’s time to get back to mine and Ga’s story, as I’ve neglected it in recent months. For I have a deadline to finish it that is fast approaching…and one thing that remains the same with me is that I like to keep to deadlines!