1. A trip to my homeland I had always dreamt of that day. I had always prayed for the day to come. It took long but I’m glad it did eventually come, the day I drove in own car to Nuvunguene, my village, my homeland, about 200 km away from Maputo city. I had mixed feelings. I felt excitement and fear. I was thrilled because I thought about how I would feel in case a made it to my village. I imagined reducing speed after seeing the sign ‘3 DE FEVEREIRO’ informing the drivers that they are now about to enter 3 DE FEVEREIRO village, my village. I thought about the children, the fruit vendors, the local shopkeepers, even the cattle that at the sunset usually cross the road back from the grazing lands, all of them wondering as I drove off the N1, the main road. Wondering about who would be this guy driving a dark blue Honda. I thought about this and I felt excited. But also I had many about questions about the journey. Will I make it? Will my car get there or it will break down along the way? I was afraid...