The Unspoken Diary of a Namibian Girl

Part 23

Dear Diary,

My time in Windhoek was an absolute blast. Being with my friends brought a flood of memories from our high school days, and we indulged in childish antics that left us in fits of laughter. Nostalgia is a powerful thing, and it was wonderful to relive those carefree moments together. I found myself wishing I could stay back for just one more day to soak in the joy and companionship.

Also, my parents called me earlier today, it was really a heartwarming surprise—I won lie. Their congratulations and promise to visit with the kids over the weekend filled me with a sense of family connection that always brings me peace. There's something about family that soothes my soul, even though it might be hard for others to grasp.

By the way, my sweet Melanie picked me up from the bus stop—so thoughtful, shame! Seeing her getting back on her feet after the challenges she faced was a source of happiness for me. I am just glad she's doing better now, of course I don't expect her to have healed overnight. Our night together was filled with meaningful conversations, laughter, and even some girly face masks. Melanie shared that she asked for leave from school to take some much-needed time off. It hit me that this would be her last sleepover before she went out of town for a breather. I've always admired her financial independence, but it's sad to see that she doesn't receive the love she truly deserves from her family. It's moments like these that help me understand why some women seek love and understanding elsewhere.

Sara and Mark have been sending me endless texts. I haven't mentioned that I'm back yet, as I want some time to settle down first. As for Mark, his story is not resonating with me right now. I'm determined to focus on myself and my own growth. Witnessing the struggles other women face due to relationships with men is a constant reminder that I need to prioritize my own well-being.

I know all men are not the same, but also, it becomes a complete different story when you let them in. And I really can't ignore these things. Love is beautiful—yes, but it's work too.

Thank you, next!

Yours,

Iyaloo