Spring(and hope) has Sprung

A lot has been said about the lack of seasons in Tanzania. I arrived in Joburg in the middle of one of the coldest winters and had to survive a black frost with ice on the windscreens one week in. Sharp contrast to the 40degree 90% humidity in Dar.

The 1^st of September marks springday in South Africa and is the official beginning of Spring. I must say I am enjoying the passage of time being marked in milestones. In Tanzania one day just seemed to flow into each other and just like that a year would have passed.

Here spring is palpable. You can smell the jasmine in the air, feel the heat of the sun on your skin and see the smiles of people on the streets. They say it’s the season to fall in love so braais are organized and picnics planned. No one misses the chance to be outside to soak up the sun on a Sunday. And meet new people ofcourse!

With the budding trees and blossoms comes hope, hope for a new beginning, hope for a better world and also the promise that things that die or hibernate for winter have the hope of coming alive again in Spring.

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Like a budding tree showing signs of life, a small voice whispers; you might just be fine.


~maisha