A Peace Corps Volunteer’s Memoirs... Is there something in the lessons I learned that makes sense of why an Arab Muslim boy who grew up in America came to understand himself (and the world) more fully in Central Africa?
Monday, June 16, 2008
long letter home
10/29/2001:
so... i left Bamenda on a Sunday and didn’t realize just about everything would be closed. American stores, email, etc. did get into Vatican [store]. bought olive oil, a drying rack, mustard and some plastic wear. got mail and a small package (full of candy!) from home... just finished reading a letter from my moms.
so... ride in from Bamenda was all right. long, uncomfortable and DUSTY! but i guess that’s no longer even novel, you know? i wrote a long letter home throughout the day (from Bamenda and Wum)... kinda neat. at the Slum. Symbol [bush-taxi] Park. en route. at the mosque. here at home. all kinds of things came up... but i guess that’s typical.
i went to a Hausa wedding. even wrote about that. i basically did everything yesterday but prep my lessons. which i did this morning and kinda hated myself for... well, not really. it got done and they went well, but i still need to really start applying myself to the work. i still have much to do but it’s been a long day and i’m tired.
2 thoughts to end with...
-thought #1: thought about submitting my sharru al-baliyyatu ma yudhik essay to the BBC’s Network Africa program... you know, as a daily proverb entry. just not sure if the tone of the essay is... i don’t know, too judgmental? maybe i’ll have someone read it.
-thought #2: actually a note. i was able to take examples of each type of underground stem adapted for storage to class today: bulb, corm, rhizome and stem tuber... i.e. onion, coco-yam, ginger and yam. i’m proud of that, thank you very much!
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IMAGE: one of the traditional musicians and entertainers at the hausa wedding i mentioned in this post. i wish i could tell you what that instrument was called... ???
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