Time to go home.
The night before our departure, we had dinner at the Villa del Palazzo; the most luxurious and prestigious restaurant in all of the resort. It lived up to its name. I can’t spell, pronounce or describe what we ate, but everything – from the ambience, the service, the music and the meal was excellent. I will always remember this night. And I can’t tell you either what I got as an anniversary present, mainly because I didn’t give anything in return (so shame dey catch me). However, when you see my boys and how dem resemble their papa, you will agree that I have also done my bit (this is where I pat myself on the back!).
By morning, hubby’s face was really swollen on one side. That headache was no joke. He really wasn’t well and something was terribly wrong. Our main priority though was to get out of the resort and in Jo’ burg so we could be sure of catching our flight at 3pm. The earliest bus from Sun City leaves at 8 am and we got on it. At the airport, we headed for the pharmacy – the face was swelling by the minute. If I post the picture, suffice it to say that I may not tell you of the 11th anniversary!
At the pharmacy they referred us to the airport clinic; the airport clinic referred us to the main clinic in Kempton town. We left our luggage in the airport clinic and headed to the hospital. We were sent to the trauma center. This was getting seriouser and seriouser.
The only relief I got at the time were the nurses who were more interested in knowing if my hair was really mine and since it wasn’t they wanted to know how they could also wear the same style. ‘Where can we get these extensions?’ I had answered these questions time and again from entering SA. At a point, I actually feared for my safety. ‘Do you think they would shave off my hair while I slept?’ I had asked my husband on the second day when the attention got a bit much. That’s how much I feared the determination of these pear shaped South African women!
Anyway, we were very well treated at the clinic, I guess because I promised them that I would return with dread hair extensions for all of them. They were gentle and kind and nice. Even issued us a fit to fly certificate and dispatched us back to the airport. We were back in good time to check in and browse round the airport before catching our flight home. As I write, we are in the bustling city of Lagos. One child woke us up at 3 am. The others climbed over us at 5 am. The soothing effect of my 60-minute massage at the resort spa is rapidly fading away.
I’m holding on tightly to the memories and pictures, savouring every moment as normal life firmly and insistently takes over…
The countdown to the 11th anniversary has begun. This is what life is all about!
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