Today I pack white coat, stethoscope, pharmacopoeia, certificates.
Tearfully I make farewells to neighbours, colleagues, postman, favourite publican and baristas; to Dutch uncles, friends and lovers.
Sadly I cut up campus card, library card, museum card.
Dry-eyed I scissor bank cards, store loyalty cards.
I leave surfboard, skate board, bicycle on the porch for tomorrow’s guest.
I kneel and kiss the gloriously damp and verdant carpet blanketing this rich soil, feast eyes on the many greens, ears on the symphony of running water; inhale nature’s sweet perfumes.
I say goodbye, goodbye.
For my people and Africa call. I am needed.
For Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge.