I t's been Thursday, a few minutes before seven in the evening. My last period in school lasts 'till 7:00 PM but I chose to dismiss my students early amidst of the heavy rain. It's a wet rainy day in August. Just wondering how could it be possible for me to reach home without getting wet. Thank God, there's a spare of cheap, worn out umbrella I left in my locker room here in the Faculty Room, my so-called office. A s I sit and stare at the bare wall of the same room, I thought of Sean. He's scheduled to fly this afternoon at about 5:00 PM for South Africa. A couple of hours ago, I read his SMS for me saying he's in line waiting to get through the Immigration and yet worried because he might miss his flight because of incompetent Immigration System. He must have been worried and I feel sorry for him. An hour after I received this message, I dialed his mobile phone but to no avail and I assumed he flew already. A s I divert my thoughts away from Sean, "to do...
Here you get everything of me. It depends on my mood at a particular time. You're lucky if you catch my deep thoughts, my deep feelings, my inner wisdom, my wild experiences. This is Albine: a teacher, a student, a wanderer, a creator, a wife.