I am up before anyone else, as usual, although I can’t
believe everyone can sleep through the cacophony of goats under the window
sounding like a cross between many newborns demanding milk and excited children
on a scary amusement park ride.
I walk down the deserted path to the ocean and wander along
the beach as I keep one wary eye on the crashing waves, the other on the trash I’m
picking up off the sand and out of the water.
It hurts my heart again, to be on such a beautiful ocean
trashed with so much plastic and abandoned garbage. I find a large plastic
woven sack and begin to fill it up.
Two beautiful young girls walking along the ocean with their
mother on their way to school stop curious to find out what I am doing. I show
them the garbage I am picking up and we exchange names and where we’re from
before they smile broadly, wave goodbye, and continue along the path toward
Kobi joins me and a few minutes later, Mujasi races down the
slope onto the sand and chases the edge of waves back and forth, only as deep
as his knees, like me. After filling the sack, we all start jogging along the
edge of the tide.
We are joined by another young man, who walks out and then
dives into the ocean waves, and bobs just past the breakers. Kobi explains to
me that he came down here to help us swim in the ocean if we want.
I am still in my pajamas, which is merely a sleeveless t-shirt
and shorts, but there is no way I want to enter the ocean without my bathing
suit. I ask Mujasi if he wants to go in, but he will wait until I put on my
We all head back down the beach until we come to the path
leading up to the house. By this time, everyone is awake and ready to head out.
We cut up mangoes for breakfast, say thank you and goodbye to the man who
opened the house for us, and head back down the coast to find One Africa where
our cabanas wait!