I get a sneaking feeling in my bones before big change comes about. I feel it in a sixth sense, in the vein of ambivalence or disconnect. The night before I left for Africa, I suddenly felt as if I didn't care about going. I didn't feel excited and instead almost felt as though I didn't want to go at all; a sure sign that something was about to change. I knew even that night; I sensed it, well before I boarded the flight, that Africa would have my heart.