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?
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
my last two fingers
1/24/2002:
a few random thoughts before i sleep. made babaghanoosh. OK... too much tahina though. Jovis [my young neighbor] had another dream... something about OMZ bringing me a car here.
i’ve been walking back from the primary school with little Petel these past couple days. he waits, semi-patiently until i’m done and holds my hand (last two fingers, actually) the entire walk back. it’s cute.
i enjoy my time at the primary school. miss the kids. would like to teach younger students. have my own classroom. teach different subjects.
i also enjoy getting out of the house early. feels like i have a job. feels good coming back tired. gratifying. still don’t do quite enough work in the afternoon, i think.
Mr. Wanna visited. nice man. he gave me a yam.
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IMAGE: my little friend Salifu (aka Petel)... amazing smile, masha'Allah!
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