He was the last person to come, yet he wanted to be the first person to go; I don’t know why Pastor Reginald Facah allowed Matildes Galvis from Colombia to storm Indira Gandhi International Airport before him.
In the meantime, the 18 Development Journalists from 13 countries (sorry 14) are warming up for the much talked about convocation ceremony this Friday (8th) May.
Jesus Hector and company are trying to sharpen their voices so that during the convocation ceremony some of the lecturers will just jump on stage and join the party. Like for some of us, singing Kumbuya had little or no meaning to our lives; that’s why we decided to join the ranks of the Malaysian crew who from the onset never participated in this 'madness. '
Well in few days time, it will be over for the 52nd D.J class, it will be another moment back home, explaining what you have learnt or put another way: what India is all about…
Some will use the opportunity to talk about the friends they made, the people they saw, the food they eat, and the places they visited.
Being away from one’s family, office, neighborhood or country is like being an orphan; only that you learn to overcome these problems by staying in touch through telephone or the internet. A good number of the development Journalists on this batch have never been away from their homes this long.
In class, we have heard about stories of people who had night mares about their countries, there were others who constantly dreamt about their wives. Others were quite temperamental and in some cases there was those who always wanted to fight till the last atom of their strength. And lastly the class was a good mix; if you like call it clash of generations.
As for the outings, I have to admit that Orccha was just too great.
Barasa from Tanzania & the lady from Bogota
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