4/4: Thank You
As much as I wanted to tell people back home about the moto incident, I resisted until I was leaving Ghana. The worry would have been too awful for my family and friends.
That being said, I still want to thank everyone back home for your love and support. I cried a lot during the first 24 hours after the mugging – feeling scared and desperately incapable. I lay in bed, tears leaking out of my eyes, and imagined that you were all here with me. I pretended that I was hugging my mum and dad and sister. I imagined that the wall against my back was my boyfriend’s body. I invented conversations with friends back home, giggling and gossiping.
Even if none of these were real, they saved me. So did my colleague, H. I don’t know how I would have managed without her.
But you were all wonderful too. Every email from home helped me pretend to be strong (“fake it ‘til you make it”). Each EWB chapter letter reminded me to be optimistic. Every Skype call was like a soothing bath at the end of a rough day.
Even though I couldn’t tell you at the time, your love still carried me through everything.