I am fully aware that in a few months I’m going to look back on this moment and regret not being out in the kitchen with my family instead of here, lying in bed.
It’s 8pm, so right now my world is black aside from this computer screen. My mosquito net looks oddly eerie in this dim lighting… the power has been off for hours, as usual. I finished writing a paper for one of my classes & now I just want to sleep until the end of time. I’m always running around doing things here, it really wears me out! But we haven’t had dinner yet, sooo…
So today was interesting. Like I said, I’m tired. I’m behind on a lot of schoolwork & it just keeps coming. Our schoolwork here is a bit unusual too… we have papers like normal, but we also have a billion of these things called “guided engagements” which are basically discussions with certain people throughout the semester. It’s a good idea, but there are still so many that I need to complete- AH. Weekends don’t really exist here, or the late night “I’m going to write this 6 page paper until 4 in the morning if I have to!” concept that I’m so used to back home. Nope… weekends are booked with either trips or cultural activities & to think I could find espresso here is laughable (Except not funny at all. I almost want to go as far as saying that espresso is a human right… but that just sounds silly. However there is a commercial here that informs me that the U.N. has “declared that access to Internet is a human right!”).
ANYWAYS.
My little host sister Mary turned 1 year old yesterday. It was absolutely wonderful. Mama bought a cake and had my brother & his friends slaughter one of the goats. Who knew that goat would taste so good?? It was SO GOOD. I don’t know if they fried it or what, but it really looked like popcorn chicken but with goat meat. I even asked for seconds (which is rare). My sisters were super excited about the cake too. Cake is pretty expensive here, & it’s really only had for celebrations like graduations and weddings. People don’t usually celebrate birthdays here, so that’s not considered a big occasion. Last night we were talking about everyone’s birthday & I realized that no one in my family even knows their birthday. My Mama had to look hers up… & she told me that she honestly couldn’t remember if Patience was born in 2004 or 2005… So I understand now why Patience keeps telling me that she is different ages.
I hear my Mama out in the kitchen now, so I should probably go & greet her. Besides, long blogs get really boring to read. Before I leave I’ll throw out a few other tidbits of my day…
- -I was kicked out of religions class today (along with a dozen others)
- -My ministry class this afternoon was about Invisible Children & Kony 2012
- -There’s nowhere I can be alone here... I can’t even sing because people are everywhere. I want a soundproof box in my next care package please!
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