It was a blast from the past when I watched those kids playing cricket in the streets not worrying about anything else in life. Their attention solely dedicated towards making that one catch. A catch that mean't everthing to me at that time. A catch that was the only thing that mattered. Life was simple, my aspirations were simple. Everything is so convoluted now. I miss home, I miss having to make that catch.
The slums of Mumbai reminded of the slums of Nairobi where I used to visit. I wish I could take all you guys with me and re live that life. A life that without proper food or running water. A place where you might think there is nothing worth living for. But it was pure, it was simple, it was more real than anything I've felt in last nine years of my life in the West. As odd as it might seem, it was better, I was happier.
I think I'm meant to live amongst those people. A life that you might think is destitute. A life that I should want to run as far away from as I can after all my years of higher education here.
I need to go back and work in those slums …Knowing what I know and seeing what I have seen, continuing to live in this façade of a life would be a shame. It would dishonoring those HIV/AIDS widows whom I looked in the eye and promised that I will do everything to make the lives of their children better.
Please forgive me God for every second of my life that I delay in full filling that promise and give me the strength to full fill it.
