Life story

Return to Togo

When I was sitting on the plane in the direction of Togo again (this time I was flying with Royal Maroc), I realized quite well that I'm not just going for a month or two. But that it will be at least half a year's ride. Well, what. I had finished school, secured work in Togo, and finally I returned to my partner, with whom I wrote regularly for six months. And if I was worried? Believe it or not. She didn't. My life was packed in two suitcases and I was looking forward to how it would all continue. Today's work will be about how my return to Togo went.

What did I get back into?

Half a year passed, I had a university scholarship to research NGOs in Togo, and the return was dangerously close. Landry and I were in daily contact and it was obvious to solve the housing. That's what I was most afraid of. On the one hand, I wanted to leave the issue of housing to Landry, but at the same time I wanted to be sure of some comfort. If you understand me. You might not say that, but you can also live in dignity in Togo. According to my partner, however, such housing was not yet possible. He had a job, but not good enough to take care of his crazy European.

The problem was also that in Togo the rent is paid half a year or even a year in advance. The whole! Which is quite suicide. Or at least I don't know who in the Czech Republic would be able to "flush out" 12 rents at once. Unfortunately, this is the standard in Togo. And since we logically did not have a single one for expensive housing, I accepted an offer from my friend Tožanka, who lent me her room for a few months. Yes, you understand. A person I met about a month before I left for Brussels, he just offered to stay with him. It didn't bother me. Which of us would just let an African into an apartment? Však However, a friend trusted me and argued that she was still on a business trip outside Lomé and that the room would be unnecessarily empty. At least that's how it's used. In addition, her parents, who owned the complex, are said to be thrilled to have me there. Okay, housing problem solved.

Return to Togo and welcome at the airport

So as I stood at the airport and Landry and another friend were watching me, my heart began to pound. Joy, nervousness, stress, fear? All my emotions mixed up. But the tense atmosphere was brilliantly shot by Landry when he said to me after the welcome mouth: "Téeda, you somehow made a difference to us in Brussels". Um, thanks. That's what I really needed to hear at the beginning. It hadn't been five minutes since I'd seen him in half a year, and I already had a slight urge to take him by the head. Calm down, calm down, breathe, stay calm. He certainly didn't mean it that way. So I just said, "Thanks, you don't look the worst either." Beautiful early memories of returning to Togo. That's probably how we started our "romantic" relationship. By the way, the romance lasts like this to this day. We will not tolerate either of them: D.

Road on a motorcycle

The second shock, after the excellent welcome, was the way I was to move to my new home. Oh that expectations! Rule number one for a woman dating an African is: Have no expectations! This will only save you worries and you will not be disappointed. I didn't know this rule and I imagined a limousine that would take me to my Togolese castle. Mno. The reality was that my husband and friend started looking for a zemidjan. It wasn't a motorcycle. Do you understand that? I was supposed to ride two suitcases on a motorcycle. So I just watched in disbelief and dared to ask how we would carry two 20kg suitcases on a motorcycle. I wasn't supposed to deal with that. They will take care of it. Ok, no stress.

I got on a motorcycle driven by Landry and we rushed to my place. In the meantime, a friend there was watching with a biker how to transport the suitcases. Do you know how it turned out? He normally took the two 20 kg suitcases by the handles, each suitcase in one hand, mounted the driver, and drove off. Good 20 minutes. I was just praying that you wouldn't cough it up halfway and throw them somewhere in the ditch. However, Borec managed it to number one and with wide eyes exhausted, he brought them to the finish line in order. Until now, I don't understand how he handled it. Two 20 kg suitcases, holding them just by the handle, while riding a motorcycle. Some wind doesn't add much to that either. Well, in Africa, just about anything is possible!

Arrival to new housing

Although I was very grateful to my friend for accommodating me, I was a little nervous about it. After all, I didn't know exactly where I was going. I've never been to her. But it made no sense to solve it than to accept my reality. In the end, she wasn't that bad. I came to such a complex of buildings. We drove through the main tin gate and behind it were five or six houses of one, two or three rooms. One of them, separate, was supposed to be inhabited by me.

As we arrived, I was magnificently welcomed by my friend's parents. It was obvious that they are sincerely happy to be able to accommodate me :). I found out I was in good hands when they started "lustring" Landry to me. He says what family he comes from, what he graduated from, what he does for a job and whether he is serious about me. To this day, it amazes me. The paradox that they "protected" a foreigner. Finally, they invited us both to dinner and brought me to my home.

My primary residence

My residence, as I said, consisted of one room. I estimate 4 x 4 meters. More than half of the room was occupied by a bed. Behind the bed was a closet that could not be reached as the bed opened in the direction of the bed. That's not how I dealt. The advantage of the room was the TV on the table. Above it was a mini window through which air flowed in. I filled the rest of the space with my two suitcases and then there was no movement. Well, what. I'll just come here to sleep anyway.

There was no bathroom. I had a stone outdoor bathroom at my disposal - a four-walled room without a roof, in which I carried a bucket of water and thus had to wash in the fresh air. Real Africa :). To this day, I remember my morning bath. Under the blue sky. For singing birds. It probably wouldn't be for everyone, but I liked it. Really! The toilet was separate in one booth. I was the least excited about it, because I shared it with the rest of the inhabitants of the complex (there were about 4 people in total). But what else. I was glad to have a place to live.


This is how my return to Togo went. Next time, let's look at how I spent time with Landry. Question for you: Would you also go to such housing? Comment under article 🙂

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  • Ivana

    But even in poor conditions, cleanliness can be maintained, ie if there is enough water. That is a matter of approach. If it's safe there, which is paramount to me, it can be survived. But the truth is, I've never even camped and I'm definitely not going to 😀

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