Today I will leave Libya. I will leave behind the revolution, for a couple of weeks of working in an office in Nairobi. I feel like I am letting people down here, the Libyans who have helped me, and befriended me along the way. Leaving the story that has defined the last two months of my life.
Sixteen hours of driving through desolate desert awaits me. I will arrive in Cairo, and from there I will board a plane back to East Africa, leaving behind the “Arab Spring”. I hope to come back. I feel an affinity to the region, and have done so long before Mohamed Bouazizi immolated himself in Tunisia, sparking off a chain of revolutions that will mark history.
It has been exhilarating. It has been tragic. It has been painful. But I feel privileged to have witnessed a small part of it, and have played my own small part in relaying it to the rest of the world.
And I have had the luck to have met some incredible people along the way. So thank you to the new friends, and to the unknown rebels who helped me along the way, and to the editors who gave me the opportunity to work here.