Me and some village Tanties
September 23, 2011
There’s no sound more glorious
than the first DROP,
when the stars hide
and skies shower prayers back,
answering the outstretched
who wait barefoot,
because it’s been long enough to
This is a poem I wrote a while ago, but I feel like it's more true to my experience than anything I could write now. My words just don't work like they should when I try to convey life here. I know it's difficult for you all to understand what I'm doing here, but my hands are tongue-tied whenever I try to get it down. It's too vast, too raw, too everything. I promise I'll keep trying.
Miss you guys.
at 4:20 AM
September 22, 2011
My really awesome friend Heather who always sends me the best letters recently sent me these inquiries from her 3rd grade class last year... sorry it took so long to get them up!
have national symbols and an anthem like the Burkina Faso ? US
I admit… I had to google it, though I was pretty sure they did.
The national symbol is their coat of arms, which, today, looks like:
at 5:33 PM
September 13, 2011
So here’s what happened:
- Spent almost all my money on vacation (and got quite a bit of it stolen as well)
- Got back to village, lived on the equivalent of 15 dollars for 2 weeks and waited to get paid
- Called PC to make sure I’d be able to get money (without checks) in the big village north of me… they said sure thing
- Knocked my phone into a bucket of water and, of course, had no money to fix it or get a new one
- Went to the big village north of me to get money after the beginning of the month. After half an hour walk to the post, 3 hours sitting and trying not to get frustrated, and lots of paperwork, I was told it would take 3 more days. (And I couldn’t call PC to help figure things out, because I didn’t have a phone.) Walked half an hour back to the bus.
- Missed calling my Dad for his birthday L
at 12:18 PM