This is a beautiful, yet somewhat of a watered-down version of when I first heard the song. It was in a tiny church with no heat or electricity, but the congregation sang so passionately that some of them were crying, some wailing, and most were swaying. I have a video of it, but I don’t feel comfortable sharing such an intimate thing with the world.
I want to come back to Afrika when I know that I can make a meaningful difference there. When my skills will be most useful, and when I can make the most of it. I felt like I was stumbling around in South Africa when I went last, and I would like to return when I can offer something besides my big tourist eyes. The people I met looked to me for help, and I had nothing at the time to offer, I in turn, learned so much from the people which I hope to return. Help will come to Afrika, but not through a bunch of white American kids stumbling through it.