This archive report was first published on 23 June 2020.
June 19, 2020, marked the end of a three-month ordeal for me, Diana Ndinda. I had been stranded in Nigeria, away from my family and friends in Kenya, and was finally on my way back home.
As I arrived at Jomo Kenyatta Airport past 2:30 am, I felt a mix of emotions. I was exhausted from the long journey, but also keyed up with happiness and relief. Seeing familiar things in my home felt surreal, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the natural cold weather that greeted me.
My three-month situation had felt like being in jail, but with a few freedoms. I had survived it, and I was determined to make the most of my newfound freedom. I decided to text all my friends, relatives, and church family to share the news of my safe return.
As I settled into my home, I knew that my phone would be buzzing with calls and texts soon. I opted to put it on silent mode, eager to rest and recharge after my ordeal. Before I slept, I savored the different meals that had been prepared for me, a testament to the love and support of my family and friends.
My 21-day self-isolation journey had begun, and I was determined to make the most of it. I looked forward to the challenges ahead, knowing that my life would never be the same again. I had time to think, to reflect on my life and what I could do better. And I was grateful to the Almighty God, my family, friends, and employer Daniel, who had supported me every step of the way.
