A painful goodbye

Sometimes friendship strikes when you least expect it. I know a lot of people here in Benin, and just like back home in Europe, I won't be true friends with many of them. When I say "true friends" I talk about a meeting of minds and a meetings of hearts. Yet sometimes something in someone else rings a chord somewhere in me, and a friendship is born.

She was my friend. A Beninese woman, whose mother tongue I don't speak (and she didn't speak mine), and who came from another religion. But we cared for each other.

Last week she died very suddenly - from what I've heard it was a diabetic coma. I'll mourn her and miss her.