Here's the lowdown on the election in Kenya right now:
Dec 27th people went out to vote. Long lines but everything was okay. Raila was in the lead.
Dec 28th people were waiting for the election results, some were getting antsy. Raila still in the lead
Dec 29th riots started breaking out, downtown Nairobi was a ghost town (as I went through it to catch a bus). My ride to Mombasa was uneventful but there was heavy rioting in Kisumu, and some in Nairobi and Mombasa. Raila officially declared that there had been rigging and that his people had the correct tallies and that he had already won. Kibaki's party announced his victory as well. The ECK continued to wait Raila was in the lead
Dec 30th the ECK held an overnight meeting with delagates from all parties to tally votes. People started getting worked up anticipating Kibaki would be announced the winner. Around 4:30 ECK did just that saying Kibaki won by around 200,000 votes. Kibaki was immediatly sworn into office in a private ceremony. Kisumu, Kibera, Mathare, and many other places were looted and in flames. Raila declared that 2:00 the next day he would be sworn in at Uhuru Park and form a parallel government. Kibaki blacked out the media saying the TV and Radio stations could show no live feeds. He also said anyone at Uhuru park the next day would be arrested.
Dec 31st (today) there is still maddness and the Western Provence (ODM land) is a bit of a mess. Kibera is on fire and everyone was blocked from entering Uhuru park. Raila didn't even try and go. Kisumu is under a curfew. Supposivly 120 people have died. Also the UK and EU said if rigging is proved they will not recognize the government. There is no way the new students are coming in on the 2nd. I believe I will also be extending my stay on the coast as a train to Nairobi got turned around in Voi yesterday.
For the record I am okay and I am safe. I plan on staying that way. Don't worry but send me e-mails with any questions or call. I'll respond when I get the chance. I am fine.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Becca's Here!
One of my roomates from last year is currently visiting me here in lovely Nairobi which is really really exciting! The semester is final over and I'm hoping that I'll be able to fill in some gaps about what went on in the near future. I know I've missed out on telling you guys about a lot of things I've just been so busy. Hopefully next semester will be better. Keep your fingers crossed.
So the semester ended in a big endo-of-the-year party that was nice but not really what we were all looking for. It was everyone's bosses from their externships so it was mostly a night of everyone acting awkward around each other and their bosses. The next morning my first roomate left. That sucked. It didn't feel like the semester was really over until I turned around and she was already gone. Bu hao. Slowly everyone has been left. We would loose about one or two people a day until now there is only 4 of us in Nairobi and 3 in Malindi.
I've been having a good time showing Becca everything Nairobi has to offer and I think she's having a good time. Two highlights of the past week are hands down the animal orphanage and Lwanda. The animal orphanage was amazing!! So it started out kind of slow because all the animals are in cages which is kind of dissapointing considering i've seen most of them in the wild. (Am I a wildlife snob? maybe just a little. . . giraffs, zebras ::scoff:: been there seen that. . .) So we're walking around when we come up to the cheetahs. Scouts honor- cheetahs are probably the most beautiful creatures on earth. So two of my friends that I was going with had it in there mind that they were going to hold a baby cheetah. That didn't so much happen but they did say that we could go in and pet them. There were three females and they were so sweet. They kept licking two of the girl's hands. Cheetahs!! Needless to say we were all really excited as our guide took us around the rest of the park. Did we have to tip the guards who let us in to the cheetah enclosure. . . yes, but hey this is Kenya, and how many people can say they pet a cheetah. So yes he can keep the 50 shillings.
So we were walking around the park seeing everything and we got to the end. My two friends asked the guy about the baby cheetahs. He said we should go on the safari walk. We said no. We all stoof around awkwardly for a couple minutes then he said follow me but move quickly. We went to the middle of the orphanage and through a staff only gate. We passed by two cages with full sized lions before he brought us in a smaller building. There were a lot of small cages and he opened on and out came a baby lion!! He said we could hold it. It was so cute although I was freaking out a little bit while this was all going on. But I got to hold it!!! And there are pictures!!! After all this excitement our guide was like we need to go, move quickly. So we hustled out of the staff only area and back to the rest of the park. He said if anyone asked to tell them we were seeing the older lions. This is why I love Kenya.
The other event I mentioned before is Lwanda. Lwanda is a Kenyan musical written by Eric Wainaina. Eric is a big music personality here and two of the girls externed with him this past semester. So he wrote this musical Lwanda based of an old Luo tale. He updated it so now it takes place in a slum and Lwanda is a DJ. The show is about 40% English and 60% kiswahili and sheng (a slang of kiswahili). I didn't understand everything but it was still hilarious and amazing. The songs and singing was amazing. I think it could do well in the U.S. Their hoping to bring it there and I hope they suceed.
It was so amazing seeing and hearing the talent and after the second time I saw it (yes I saw it twice) I got to meet the cast which was great. Something about people with ridiculous voices and rhythm. . . we're just the littlest bit in love. So quick note about the two venues I saw the shows at because it's a little bit hilarious. The first on was at Aliance Frances which has a legit theater and all of that. Lwanda was showing as a double feature with, get this - Scrooge. When all those white children ran out on stage I almost had a heart attack. I don't think i've seen that much blonde hair and blue eyes since I've been here. It freaked me out. The second time I saw Lwanda it was behind a Shell. Literally it was behind a Shell gas station. A bit of a different crowd but just as good.
Okay I'm going to go but on a final note I'm off to Tanzania tomorrow. I'm really excited to see Kenya's neighbor and hopefully Becca and I can make it to Zanzibar. I hope everyone is doing well. You all should e-mail me. Could be nice :o)
So the semester ended in a big endo-of-the-year party that was nice but not really what we were all looking for. It was everyone's bosses from their externships so it was mostly a night of everyone acting awkward around each other and their bosses. The next morning my first roomate left. That sucked. It didn't feel like the semester was really over until I turned around and she was already gone. Bu hao. Slowly everyone has been left. We would loose about one or two people a day until now there is only 4 of us in Nairobi and 3 in Malindi.
I've been having a good time showing Becca everything Nairobi has to offer and I think she's having a good time. Two highlights of the past week are hands down the animal orphanage and Lwanda. The animal orphanage was amazing!! So it started out kind of slow because all the animals are in cages which is kind of dissapointing considering i've seen most of them in the wild. (Am I a wildlife snob? maybe just a little. . . giraffs, zebras ::scoff:: been there seen that. . .) So we're walking around when we come up to the cheetahs. Scouts honor- cheetahs are probably the most beautiful creatures on earth. So two of my friends that I was going with had it in there mind that they were going to hold a baby cheetah. That didn't so much happen but they did say that we could go in and pet them. There were three females and they were so sweet. They kept licking two of the girl's hands. Cheetahs!! Needless to say we were all really excited as our guide took us around the rest of the park. Did we have to tip the guards who let us in to the cheetah enclosure. . . yes, but hey this is Kenya, and how many people can say they pet a cheetah. So yes he can keep the 50 shillings.
So we were walking around the park seeing everything and we got to the end. My two friends asked the guy about the baby cheetahs. He said we should go on the safari walk. We said no. We all stoof around awkwardly for a couple minutes then he said follow me but move quickly. We went to the middle of the orphanage and through a staff only gate. We passed by two cages with full sized lions before he brought us in a smaller building. There were a lot of small cages and he opened on and out came a baby lion!! He said we could hold it. It was so cute although I was freaking out a little bit while this was all going on. But I got to hold it!!! And there are pictures!!! After all this excitement our guide was like we need to go, move quickly. So we hustled out of the staff only area and back to the rest of the park. He said if anyone asked to tell them we were seeing the older lions. This is why I love Kenya.
The other event I mentioned before is Lwanda. Lwanda is a Kenyan musical written by Eric Wainaina. Eric is a big music personality here and two of the girls externed with him this past semester. So he wrote this musical Lwanda based of an old Luo tale. He updated it so now it takes place in a slum and Lwanda is a DJ. The show is about 40% English and 60% kiswahili and sheng (a slang of kiswahili). I didn't understand everything but it was still hilarious and amazing. The songs and singing was amazing. I think it could do well in the U.S. Their hoping to bring it there and I hope they suceed.
It was so amazing seeing and hearing the talent and after the second time I saw it (yes I saw it twice) I got to meet the cast which was great. Something about people with ridiculous voices and rhythm. . . we're just the littlest bit in love. So quick note about the two venues I saw the shows at because it's a little bit hilarious. The first on was at Aliance Frances which has a legit theater and all of that. Lwanda was showing as a double feature with, get this - Scrooge. When all those white children ran out on stage I almost had a heart attack. I don't think i've seen that much blonde hair and blue eyes since I've been here. It freaked me out. The second time I saw Lwanda it was behind a Shell. Literally it was behind a Shell gas station. A bit of a different crowd but just as good.
Okay I'm going to go but on a final note I'm off to Tanzania tomorrow. I'm really excited to see Kenya's neighbor and hopefully Becca and I can make it to Zanzibar. I hope everyone is doing well. You all should e-mail me. Could be nice :o)
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
Sarakasi Video
I know I haven't gotten a chance to talk about it yet but I work for a performing arts development organization called Sarakasi (Kiswahili for Circus). The organization trains children in slums how to do dance, acrobatics and drumming. I will have more on it later because I'm working on starting a training center in one of the slums and I want to tell you all about it. In the mean time if you're interested we had an assignment to make a video about some aspect of Nairobi. I did Sarakasi.
The video is posted on YouTube under the name Sarakasi and the user name is bwanasindio (it means 'sir. really?' it's kind of a joke, don't worry about it). Anyways it is just a bunch of clips that I put together. It's really roughly done but it gives you a good picture of where I work and the environment there. If you get a chance check it out.
The video is posted on YouTube under the name Sarakasi and the user name is bwanasindio (it means 'sir. really?' it's kind of a joke, don't worry about it). Anyways it is just a bunch of clips that I put together. It's really roughly done but it gives you a good picture of where I work and the environment there. If you get a chance check it out.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Lamu
I just got back from Lamu yesterday. It was amazing. We took a plane there which made everyone extremely happy. We’d been on Mombassa Road before and no one was very eager to repeat the experience. Driving on Mombassa Road is about the same as having someone grab your shoulders and shake you as hard as they can . . . for about eight hours. So we got in our little 40 seater and took off. When we got to the airport we hopped on a boat to take us to Lamu. Lamu is an island off the southern coast of Kenya.
Lamu looks nothing like the rest of Kenya. It looks like it should be in the Mediterranean or the Middle East. All the buildings had white-washed walls with open windows and beautifully carved doors. There are only two cars on Lamu so it’s peaceful and quiet. All transportation is done by dhows and donkeys. One of the best parts was that we could walk around at night. In Nairobi it’s not safe to walk around after dark so we’re forced to take taxis everywhere. In Lamu we could walk down the alleyways or on the beach at night without worrying about anything.
It was also nice to finally have some free time. Last week was mid-term week at USIU (the United States International University) and I had two papers and a test. The trip to Lamu was technically an “educational” trip but we had plenty of time to walk around and just hang out. The educational part involved seeing the ruins of a village, visiting a local school, and visiting a beach to swim in the Indian Ocean. I swam in the Indian Ocean!!
Needless to say I’m going to try to get back to Lamu. The seafood, the people, and the island were all amazing. Another cool thing was that people in Lamu didn’t immediately speak English with us. We met some boys that were about our age and even after we had been in Lamu for two days they were still speaking Kiswahili. The best part was that we could understand almost all of what they said or at least get the jist of it. It was so much fun.
Now I’m back in Nairobi. It is kind of nice to be back
Lamu looks nothing like the rest of Kenya. It looks like it should be in the Mediterranean or the Middle East. All the buildings had white-washed walls with open windows and beautifully carved doors. There are only two cars on Lamu so it’s peaceful and quiet. All transportation is done by dhows and donkeys. One of the best parts was that we could walk around at night. In Nairobi it’s not safe to walk around after dark so we’re forced to take taxis everywhere. In Lamu we could walk down the alleyways or on the beach at night without worrying about anything.
It was also nice to finally have some free time. Last week was mid-term week at USIU (the United States International University) and I had two papers and a test. The trip to Lamu was technically an “educational” trip but we had plenty of time to walk around and just hang out. The educational part involved seeing the ruins of a village, visiting a local school, and visiting a beach to swim in the Indian Ocean. I swam in the Indian Ocean!!
Needless to say I’m going to try to get back to Lamu. The seafood, the people, and the island were all amazing. Another cool thing was that people in Lamu didn’t immediately speak English with us. We met some boys that were about our age and even after we had been in Lamu for two days they were still speaking Kiswahili. The best part was that we could understand almost all of what they said or at least get the jist of it. It was so much fun.
Now I’m back in Nairobi. It is kind of nice to be back
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Let’s talk about postcards.
Let the record state that it has, and continues to be my intention to send everyone who wants one a postcard. Things have gotten a little delayed though. My first problem is finding postcards to send. Not just postcards, but ones that can actually be sent to you all with out me shaking my head. Most post cards here are not suitable to be mailed. This is why. Postcards in Nairobi generally have one of these three pictures. First, a bare breasted Masai women. Surprisingly enough, you don’t come across, well, anyone that looks like this in Nairobi. I understand it is a stereotype for Africa but I have a personal motto of not sending postcards of things I haven’t seen. The second, and quite possibly the most hilarious postcards you'll find are of animals mounting each other. This makes up about 75% of all postcards. I don’t quite get how it would ever be appropriate to send those postcards. They must do well though for there to be so many. That said, if anyone is dying to see nature at its most natural let me know and I’ll shoot one your way. Until then, I haven’t seen it, so neither will you. The last postcards, which for reasons unknown to myself I almost take offense to, are the ‘Jambo Kenya!’ and ‘Hakuna Matata!’ postcards. No one really ever says ‘jambo’ or ‘hakuna matata’ unless to yell it at a mzungu. Since I know you don’t want the tourist Kenya but the real one I’ll hold off for some better postcards. Know though that it is in the works.
Let the record state that it has, and continues to be my intention to send everyone who wants one a postcard. Things have gotten a little delayed though. My first problem is finding postcards to send. Not just postcards, but ones that can actually be sent to you all with out me shaking my head. Most post cards here are not suitable to be mailed. This is why. Postcards in Nairobi generally have one of these three pictures. First, a bare breasted Masai women. Surprisingly enough, you don’t come across, well, anyone that looks like this in Nairobi. I understand it is a stereotype for Africa but I have a personal motto of not sending postcards of things I haven’t seen. The second, and quite possibly the most hilarious postcards you'll find are of animals mounting each other. This makes up about 75% of all postcards. I don’t quite get how it would ever be appropriate to send those postcards. They must do well though for there to be so many. That said, if anyone is dying to see nature at its most natural let me know and I’ll shoot one your way. Until then, I haven’t seen it, so neither will you. The last postcards, which for reasons unknown to myself I almost take offense to, are the ‘Jambo Kenya!’ and ‘Hakuna Matata!’ postcards. No one really ever says ‘jambo’ or ‘hakuna matata’ unless to yell it at a mzungu. Since I know you don’t want the tourist Kenya but the real one I’ll hold off for some better postcards. Know though that it is in the works.
Monday, October 1, 2007
Introduction
Dear Everyone,
Karibu! (Welcome!) I’m sorry that it has already been a month and I haven’t written a thing. I can hardly believe it myself that a month has already passed. My only justification for not writing (and this is a huge understatement), is that I’ve been busy. I’m going to try and give you an over view because things have been absolutely amazing. Some things about Kenya need an introduction before I start.
1. Matatus. Matatus are the glory that is public transportation in Kenya. First picture a van with a flat front that seats fourteen. Now picture that van without a carpeted floor and with sliding windows. The best part about matatus is they have few regulations. This means you get some pimped out matatus. They are painted bright colors, and many have pictures of rappers on the sides. Most matatus are blaring uncensored hip-hop music and the better ones have screens so you can watch music videos. Music is blaring, the bass is booming, and you’re hurtling down the road at top speeds. Matatu drivers know their vehicles like the back of their hands. They routinely come within inches of other cars and people.
Matatus are always entertaining. They cost usually 10-20 KSH (shillings) which is about 25-30 cents. Matatus drive over curbs, get in small crashes, and continue on. One my funniest moments happened when I was getting into a matatu. Expecting the usual rap I was surprised to find myself listening to Culture Club. I guess that driver was a Boy George fan. Another fun thing about matatus is the Touts. The touts are the men/women who collect your money. I wear a ring on my left middle finger and a taut asked me if it was a wedding ring (it looks nothing like a wedding ring). I said no and it led to a whole conversation about how he was looking for the ‘right one’ and ‘was I looking for the right one?’ I of course was not. I love matatus.
2. Mzungus. I am a mzungu, you are a mzungu, mzungu means foreigner or traveler. We’ve adopted mzungu to mean ‘whitey’. I love the word. In the slums the little kids point at us and yell ‘mzungu’. If someone wants to get our attention on the street they yell ‘mzungu’. The only downside is the mzungu prices we get, and the mzungu expectations.
The main mzungu expectations involve transportation. Not many foreigners take matatus. Most white people here prefer taxis. That means that whenever we pass a cab driver they always yell ‘taxi?’ One of my friends was looking for the matatu stage (certain areas each matatu is required to stop) and kept asking people around her. Every time she asked about the matatus they said ‘taxi?’ People couldn’t believe that she honestly wanted to take a matatu. Another time in city center, on three separate occasions a taxi driver said ‘taxi?’ and when we said ‘hapana’ (no) he said ‘safari?’ Three times this happened. Clearly if we didn’t want a taxi we must want a safari. I mean there’s no other reason a white person would go to Kenya right? It was too funny.
Mzungu prices are expected. So many white people and foreigners pay way more then they should that when sellers see us the price usually doubles. The best way to drive the price down is to throw in Kiswahili words. If it doesn’t lower the price at least you get the joy of seeing their shocked expression. Kenyans also look to trade. I’ve had offers for my sandals, my watch, my earings, my rings, and most often and importantly pens. I don’t know why pens are in such high demand. I mean, they have the same made in China pens here. Anyways an American pen is known to drive the price down anywhere between 20 and 200 KSH.
3. The Kenyan Attitude. The Kenyan attitude is laid back. They don’t power walk, and seem never to be in a rush. If an event is suppose to start at 7:00, anticipate it starting at 8:00-8:30. It’s hard to get use to but I think I’m starting to. Kenyans are also very out going. At markets I always need to remember not to yell out peoples names because if one person knows your name, they’ll pass it down the line then everyone knows it. I had a man in a market call me by name who I had never spoken to. It was interesting. In this same outgoing manner I’ve been complimented at the most random times.
Once I was walking down the street to my internship, in the zone and not really paying attention. I pass men in suits and work attire all the time because I walk through downtown. So here I am walking when coming in the opposite direction is a man, maybe thirty in nice pants, a button down shirt, and a tie. We’re passing each other when he comes within a foot of me and says “you’re beautiful”. WHAT?!? Who says that to someone on the streets? He didn’t even stop. Thanks? On another occasion I was talking on the phone to a man who had stolen my friend’s phone. So I was trying to ask him where he was so we could get the phone back when in the middle of the conversation he says “you have a very beautiful voice”. Again, thank you, but may I please have the phone you stole from my friend back? It’s all very funny. I haven’t been proposed to yet but two other girls have. I’ve been reassured that it’ll come in time so I’m trying not to worry. So far the best offer was 150 cows. Personally I think I’m worth at least 200.
The concept of beauty is refreshing here. The small skinny girls are finding themselves ignored in favor of the girls that are a little bigger. Amen. That said I don’t think I could lose weight here if I wanted to. Everyone expects you to go to Africa and come back emaciated. Let me kill that idea now. I walk almost everywhere but the three staples of my diet are rice, chapatti, and ugali: starch, starch, and starch. I’m going to be the girl that everyone will raise they’re eyebrows and say ‘she went to Africa? You sure?’ I embrace my starch diet. The food here is delicious.
I haven’t even begun to talk about what I’ve been doing. I guess I’ll get there in time. I’m sure I’ve left out a million things anyways. It’s harder then I thought summing up life here. I hope everything has thus far been explained alright. Please e-mail me with any questions, comments, or concerns. :o) Love you all.
The one, the only, your favorite,
- Liz
Karibu! (Welcome!) I’m sorry that it has already been a month and I haven’t written a thing. I can hardly believe it myself that a month has already passed. My only justification for not writing (and this is a huge understatement), is that I’ve been busy. I’m going to try and give you an over view because things have been absolutely amazing. Some things about Kenya need an introduction before I start.
1. Matatus. Matatus are the glory that is public transportation in Kenya. First picture a van with a flat front that seats fourteen. Now picture that van without a carpeted floor and with sliding windows. The best part about matatus is they have few regulations. This means you get some pimped out matatus. They are painted bright colors, and many have pictures of rappers on the sides. Most matatus are blaring uncensored hip-hop music and the better ones have screens so you can watch music videos. Music is blaring, the bass is booming, and you’re hurtling down the road at top speeds. Matatu drivers know their vehicles like the back of their hands. They routinely come within inches of other cars and people.
Matatus are always entertaining. They cost usually 10-20 KSH (shillings) which is about 25-30 cents. Matatus drive over curbs, get in small crashes, and continue on. One my funniest moments happened when I was getting into a matatu. Expecting the usual rap I was surprised to find myself listening to Culture Club. I guess that driver was a Boy George fan. Another fun thing about matatus is the Touts. The touts are the men/women who collect your money. I wear a ring on my left middle finger and a taut asked me if it was a wedding ring (it looks nothing like a wedding ring). I said no and it led to a whole conversation about how he was looking for the ‘right one’ and ‘was I looking for the right one?’ I of course was not. I love matatus.
2. Mzungus. I am a mzungu, you are a mzungu, mzungu means foreigner or traveler. We’ve adopted mzungu to mean ‘whitey’. I love the word. In the slums the little kids point at us and yell ‘mzungu’. If someone wants to get our attention on the street they yell ‘mzungu’. The only downside is the mzungu prices we get, and the mzungu expectations.
The main mzungu expectations involve transportation. Not many foreigners take matatus. Most white people here prefer taxis. That means that whenever we pass a cab driver they always yell ‘taxi?’ One of my friends was looking for the matatu stage (certain areas each matatu is required to stop) and kept asking people around her. Every time she asked about the matatus they said ‘taxi?’ People couldn’t believe that she honestly wanted to take a matatu. Another time in city center, on three separate occasions a taxi driver said ‘taxi?’ and when we said ‘hapana’ (no) he said ‘safari?’ Three times this happened. Clearly if we didn’t want a taxi we must want a safari. I mean there’s no other reason a white person would go to Kenya right? It was too funny.
Mzungu prices are expected. So many white people and foreigners pay way more then they should that when sellers see us the price usually doubles. The best way to drive the price down is to throw in Kiswahili words. If it doesn’t lower the price at least you get the joy of seeing their shocked expression. Kenyans also look to trade. I’ve had offers for my sandals, my watch, my earings, my rings, and most often and importantly pens. I don’t know why pens are in such high demand. I mean, they have the same made in China pens here. Anyways an American pen is known to drive the price down anywhere between 20 and 200 KSH.
3. The Kenyan Attitude. The Kenyan attitude is laid back. They don’t power walk, and seem never to be in a rush. If an event is suppose to start at 7:00, anticipate it starting at 8:00-8:30. It’s hard to get use to but I think I’m starting to. Kenyans are also very out going. At markets I always need to remember not to yell out peoples names because if one person knows your name, they’ll pass it down the line then everyone knows it. I had a man in a market call me by name who I had never spoken to. It was interesting. In this same outgoing manner I’ve been complimented at the most random times.
Once I was walking down the street to my internship, in the zone and not really paying attention. I pass men in suits and work attire all the time because I walk through downtown. So here I am walking when coming in the opposite direction is a man, maybe thirty in nice pants, a button down shirt, and a tie. We’re passing each other when he comes within a foot of me and says “you’re beautiful”. WHAT?!? Who says that to someone on the streets? He didn’t even stop. Thanks? On another occasion I was talking on the phone to a man who had stolen my friend’s phone. So I was trying to ask him where he was so we could get the phone back when in the middle of the conversation he says “you have a very beautiful voice”. Again, thank you, but may I please have the phone you stole from my friend back? It’s all very funny. I haven’t been proposed to yet but two other girls have. I’ve been reassured that it’ll come in time so I’m trying not to worry. So far the best offer was 150 cows. Personally I think I’m worth at least 200.
The concept of beauty is refreshing here. The small skinny girls are finding themselves ignored in favor of the girls that are a little bigger. Amen. That said I don’t think I could lose weight here if I wanted to. Everyone expects you to go to Africa and come back emaciated. Let me kill that idea now. I walk almost everywhere but the three staples of my diet are rice, chapatti, and ugali: starch, starch, and starch. I’m going to be the girl that everyone will raise they’re eyebrows and say ‘she went to Africa? You sure?’ I embrace my starch diet. The food here is delicious.
I haven’t even begun to talk about what I’ve been doing. I guess I’ll get there in time. I’m sure I’ve left out a million things anyways. It’s harder then I thought summing up life here. I hope everything has thus far been explained alright. Please e-mail me with any questions, comments, or concerns. :o) Love you all.
The one, the only, your favorite,
- Liz
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