Week 75: Donkey Carts

More often than not my life does not fit the stereotypes of what people think I am doing here in “Africa” but some days I believe it does.  Monday on my way home from school I ran into my friend Ishmael who I frequently see as he rolls through the village on his donkey cart to fill up his jugs of water before going back out into the bush. On this particular day he offered to give me a ride home, which was a welcome offer due to the heat. Now despite many people’s offers I have never actually ridden in a donkey cart before and was a little stymied by how to get on the cart itself. This proved even more difficult as I was wearing a pencil skirt. My first attempt involved using the wheel as a step and when that failed I was reminded of the rollie logs that I used to play with at parks growing up and come to think of it that I was never very skilled at. Little did I know that those logs would have a practical application later in my life. Eventually I made it on the cart and truly felt like my nickname was accurate as I waived to the kids like a true Moshana Princess.