This morning, I woke up to a phone call from my mother reminding me once more, in case I had forgotten that I had finished university. It was a good reminder, it felt good to go back and forth about all the many ways in which God had brought us across the Nile and to come together to celebrate the wonderfulness of it all.

Can you believe it? This time in 2005 I had all but given up hope of ever going to university. In September I started uni, only for my mother to lose her job 2 months later. I got back from Kenya this year having lost my dissertation and having work due in two weeks later. My cousin was tortured and killed. My country was on the verge of implosion. And yet, here we are. We've finished university. Who doesn't believe in miracles?

I don't know what the future holds, and to be honest, at this moment, I don't particularly care. All I know is that I have seen the mountaintop. And all God's chilren cried, Amen.