I’ve often felt all eyes in Tala were focused on me. Yesterday I was riding my bike pretty fast and I hit some loose dirt and ate $#@% pretty hard. So everyone was laughing and pointing at me, but then they ran to see if I was ok. I am totally fine (a few scratches) but I ripped a really nice shirt and destroyed my only pair of jeans.
I don’t think it takes much to make people in Tala laugh. For instance, when I wear shorts they all laugh because my legs are so hairy. I went to greet a woman one time and she shrieked when she saw the hair on my arm. I’m a MONSTER!
I will be more careful from now on, mom! Anyways, maisha iendelee (life goes on)!
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It’s my last day of work, I tried to call but it wouldn’t go through. It told me so in both Swahili and English