Attachment. Detachment. The wakening of feelings of belonging. It gets stronger as I come back yet again. I try to ignore them. This is not my place. This can't be my place. A place in which I suffered and hated so much. It can't be. Yet I can't wait to come back again. Good memories of my childhood. This might be my place. Known faces greet me . It's my choice. Or is it? It can't be. I try to remind myself of the impotence I used to feel. I don't choose it. Those feelings seem so far away and unsignificant. I don't want to choose it. Yet somehow I do. Basic feelings of belonging. Raf (Can't control the desire to be everywhere). *In Tsonga, Changana Dialect it means white and refers to white people.
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