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It was at dinner time one Tuesday evening when my dad first came to us with the prospect of a life-changing move to Africa. He was working with Diageo and had been doing some marketing for Namibian Breweries who had offered him an international assignment in Windhoek, the capital city.
We were all a little shocked, but I felt a bubble of excitement rise in my stomach. As much as I liked my life in the comfy, cosy suburbs of south Dublin, I couldn’t wait to find out more about what could become the most exciting adventure of my short life so far.
Two weeks later, my mom and dad went on a “look and see” to Namibia. They arrived home bearing photos, African souvenirs and life-changing news for my brother, sister and I, all of which we waited for with curiosity and high hopes for a positive result.
We sat around the television in the living room watching photos of a strange, foreign place flash across the screen. To my surprise, they portrayed a place which beared a remarkable resemblance to Cork with an African twist. Instead of the barren desert landscape and malnourished children I had imagined, the photos told me a different story of shopping malls, tall buildings and perfectly healthy school children. Yes, Windhoek was another world away from the streets of Dublin I was used to, but as the pictures slid across the screen I became more calm and ready for the experience awaiting me.
We were all a little shocked, but I felt a bubble of excitement rise in my stomach. As much as I liked my life in the comfy, cosy suburbs of south Dublin, I couldn’t wait to find out more about what could become the most exciting adventure of my short life so far.
Two weeks later, my mom and dad went on a “look and see” to Namibia. They arrived home bearing photos, African souvenirs and life-changing news for my brother, sister and I, all of which we waited for with curiosity and high hopes for a positive result.
We sat around the television in the living room watching photos of a strange, foreign place flash across the screen. To my surprise, they portrayed a place which beared a remarkable resemblance to Cork with an African twist. Instead of the barren desert landscape and malnourished children I had imagined, the photos told me a different story of shopping malls, tall buildings and perfectly healthy school children. Yes, Windhoek was another world away from the streets of Dublin I was used to, but as the pictures slid across the screen I became more calm and ready for the experience awaiting me.
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