A few years ago, my husband and I went to Africa for a couple of weeks. We visited South Africa and Zimbabwe, where my husband grew up. I rejoiced to see these beautiful nations, that as a child, I never imagined visiting. I was in my 30's before I saw my first ocean waves, got a passport, or crossed an international border. Going to Africa represented seeing the impossible happen and all I could think about was the potential of the future. My husband was happy to be home, but he couldn't help remembering growing up there. He explained to me how everything used to look and function. It didn't reflect the growth and advancement he had seen so many years ago.
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