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I am terribly ecstatic to find time and write again. I am desperate to tell you how very well I have been however; I have been a bit of both, when I say a bit of both I mean: after the third week of all the wonders, the beauty and being in Italy, the crazy “adapting” to the environment, the culture, the weather, the difference, the people, the surrounding took its toil on me and I had a turmoil of a week as January ended (this was week 4). It was all just so whimsical. I felt as though I had been burdened with the task of loving a country I did not belong to. I felt as though I was walking backwards instead of moving forward. The weekend of the 2nd of February was the end of me. I remember my tiresome body failing me, I felt so weak and my mind was totally incapable of rational thinking. I woke up so late that Saturday and tried to take a shower. I felt dizzy as I stepped out of the shower, which I had to step out of with rush because I could tell that I was going to pass out. I threw myself into my then unmade bed, dripping wet, out of breath, I tried to reach for some water which I took a gallon of and I lay there listening to my head playing the circles of dizziness with clear screams of I miss home, I miss the food, I miss every individual on the soils of my land, I miss the impeccable embraces which have currently been replaced by the cold cheek kisses, I miss the movement of my tongue in joy of every syllable pronounceable in two of my most favourite languages English and Zulu, I miss my ever so rushed little life fully dependent on my parents, I miss being scolded at just because I am a child, how about that beautiful sign of respect “kneeling” and raising both your hands clumped together in respect. As my head was screaming all this, my tummy was tumbling, reshuffling the remains of the previous night’s nutrients for I had not bothered to eat that morning. I held on to the pillow with my dear life trying to tranquilise and harmonise my feelings and my thoughts to “everything will be ok Mvelenhle” until the cool breeze of the wind managed to sweep over my entire body. My two wobbly feet carried me over to my vanity-case and I managed to cream up. After which I noticed my foggy eyes growing heavy and started glowing with tears. I sat down and mumbled a prayer. I couldn’t hold any longer, I cried out loud, and I heard myself saying: Lord, nobody does what you do! I knew at that moment that He understood where that came from and what it meant; I felt not the need to explain to him. After all he had greater understanding than can ever reach the human mind. I was homesick. After a good tear cleansing ceremony, I dug into a croissant and took a long walk all alone.