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October, 2010:

Waiting: a little more elaborate

I wrote yesterdays’ ultra short post while cooking. Obviously I’m no longer waiting for Hein and Tarek, they arrived save and sound last Friday morning. Rather than the tearful and emotional reunification I had imagined, Tarek looked at me, then pointed at Daan and Paula who drove me to the airport and said: “Die?”, his way of enquiring into who someone may be.

The day from which a home birth is allowed has also come. So now I am just waiting for T2 to show up. The waiting combined with the huge amount of bookshops – I must have visited 10 of them in the past week and a half – in this city has put some Dr Seuss poetry into my head. It’s from ‘Oh! The Places You’ll Go’:

“…You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race

down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace

and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,

headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.

The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go

or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow.

Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night

or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls,

or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.

Everyone is just waiting….”

No news

still waiting


Holding my belly and trying to breathe normally I made it to Amsterdam Saturday morning. I even managed to sleep a few hours in the plane. The nightmare scenario -going into labour while flying above Juba, Southern Sudan- was not acted out. Yesterday I had my intake at the midwife and she seemed happy about the state of T2 and me. T2 has gone down so far that the only way to go from here is out. My lovely girlfriends have provided me with a clean apartment, a bed that’s so high I can easily get on and off, clothes that actually fit, a coat that has not been eaten by moths, a few meals and of course good company. The good company is what makes the waiting easier.

I’m waiting for Friday morning, when Tarek and Hein will arrive.

I’m waiting for the moment a home birth will be allowed (37 weeks).

I’m basically waiting around for things to start happening ….  and I know that once they do I will probably wish I was still waiting. This is what’s coming …. A toddler who enjoys continuous attention and is used to spending whole days running outside, a husband who needs to try to get as many work hours in in order to save up his holidays. And, at some point in the near future, a tiny creature that is completely dependent on our care. Busy times ahead! Until then I think I’ll go out riding my bicycle.

Bye Bye Belly Braai

Tomorrow night is the big night: I fly to the Netherlands while Tarek and Hein stay here for 6 more days. The bed in the guest room is hardly visible underneath all the stuff that I plan to take. That’s the job for tomorrow: pack. Today was for the Bye Bye Belly Braai. We invited our friends to join us for an afternoon on the veranda. Well, the veranda is where most of the adults were. The kids were all over the place, for example on the remnants of the flame tree that came down last February.



Lunch on Mondays and Fridays is prepared by Cecilia. Tarek loves it: rice and beans. For a while we also enjoyed bananas from the garden.