I would like to personally thank fans, rugs, cheese, and
broccoli. This may seem like a bizarre list but all of these things have
improved my quality of life immensely. Buying a fan seemed like a complicated
frivolous purchase until this week. After an epic combi ride and various
people’s assistance my fan and I have made it safely home and despite some
touch and go moments we are both in one piece (as is everyone else who was on
the combi).
Things I do not think about anymore, how many people can fit
in a combi and where will everyone sit, my lap as my own personal space,
holding other people’s babies, and upon people’s realization that I am the
youngest suddenly being commanded to serve all those older then me (I really
must start lying about my age). Something that does still bother me is people’s
assumption that I am incomplete because I do not “have a man” and their attempts
to remedy the situation.
Koko (knock Knock in Setswana). Who is at my door and why?
It is so late! I then open the door to my land lady handing me the phone saying
Kgosi. After a brief chat with the Kgosi and a proper greeting to my land lady,
I retire back inside my house to realize it is in fact just after 8pm, not
quite the late night call I thought it was.
Thwak! That would be the point when the sole of my shoe
makes contact with my wall and hopefully my newest bug roommate. I do not
frequently kill the bugs in my home, however, there are a few I have no
tolerance for and always seem to go about their extermination with a little too
much umph. As a result I have three clearly defined shoe prints in various
points through out my home… oops!
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