Today I had the rare privilege of actually going to one of the main attractions of Windhoek – the place they call the okapana market. With three other friends in the LGBT community, one of them a local singer and friend, we shared the delectable grilled pieces of beef, cut in pieces that are neither strips nor chunks – something in-between – in memory of George Michael. We also reflected on all those we lost this year, I said this as a sort of benediction before our meal. George Michael passed on Chiristmas. And our friend, someone we know, Jacobus Witbooi – an activist for our community – passed on Nov 24th from Malaria.
And I wonder. Should I aim to remain in the only city of Namibia, Windhoek, where I can continue to build community. Or do I aim to work in the rural outpost of the Zambezi, where an international team aims to find new ways of detecting the disease and stemming its spread?
Too many thoughts for one night. I am just grateful for the day.
Earlier in the day, I went to Catholic mass. I prayed.
Let me continue doing so.
By the way, I graduated from UCT. I have the Master of Public Health.