Your neighbors may have unusual days, but I bet I can beat you on this one. Our friends the Mitchells had a baboon jump on their roof, and he fell through the ceiling. No matter how your neighbor’s day was, it was better than having a 150 lb. baboon in the middle of their home. They weren’t home so no one was hurt, but the baboon made a real mess of things, and trust me: cleaning up after an angry...
Continue ReadingUsually, the title of each week’s email is pretty easy to come up with. But this has been a wild week, so please vote for the following after you read this:
The worst Valentine ever written
God Knows
Matthew and I claimed the eyeball
I already got to touch the intestines
I put the eyeball in the fire
Redneck hunting in Africa
I will also put a disclaimer in this week. None of this is made up. None of it ever is, but this week I need...
Continue ReadingI had a defining moment this week.
But before I get to that, there were other things of note:
We went to the dukas to eat. Dukas are restaurants within walking distance. Their walls are made of tin, and the one we ate at was deluxe; it had a cement floor rather than a dirt one. There was a large menu on the wall. It was primarily for decoration, for you soon learn it is better to ask `What do you have?’...
Continue ReadingIt was time. My seven days of Swahili had prepared me to go to the Masai Market. What is it, you ask? Imagine as you exit a major expressway, you begin to see dozens of people walking rather precariously above the traffic to a market of hundreds of Africans spreading their goods for sale on the dirt ground. And you have a target on your forehead: Inside the bullseye reads: Here lies a dumb rich white person: charge as much...
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