Today marks one month in Africa! Wow, one down, eleven more to go. Or so God will tell.
My friends and family have asked what I think of this place so far. That’s a really good question, but a hard one to answer. I often give people the expected reply, “oh, this is good, this is hard” and that type of thing, but as I’ve only been here a short time, I still have so much more to process and experience before I’m able to express what it’s really like here.
About a year ago, after a few weeks of living in Japan, I shared with you 20 things that I either loved or ok, well, that I was getting used to. That’s how I’ll tell you about Africa today. So here it goes.
Things I love.
- Working for an NGO that’s getting it done
- The people I live and work with
- Ruth, our house helper
- Devotions and prayer with my students every morning
- Walking (or running) barefoot on the beach
- Going 2-3 days without showering
- Our security guards (they kill snakes, help us carry heavy stuff, and keep us safe)
- Cooking and baking for people in our house
- Watching the waves as I walk to work
- Spending countless hours reading or writing
- Praising God, Liberian style
- Getting to have a tan year round
- Ethiopian buffets
- Ebony faces, ivory smiles
- Speaking the same language, sort of
- Watching ‘Bones’ with my roommates
- Living in a country run by a woman
- Seeing Jesus around, everyday
- Growing in God, compassion, and love (it’s the only way to be in a place like this)
hate, am getting used to.
- Mosquito bites (at this rate, it’ll be a miracle if I never get malaria)
- Really, really big snakes
- Rainy season
- Expensive, imported foods (I mean we’re talking $9USD for my fave cereal)
- Traffic, and the crazies on motorbike
- Body odor (not mine)
- Forgetting my umbrella
- Missing you
- Unreliable plumbing, electricity, and wifi (do I sound spoiled yet?)
- Loneliness (still, hmm, what’s the deal…)
- Turning people away who want your help (but they don’t always need it; there’s a difference)
- No Coffee Company, no Starbucks
- Liberian food (my digestive system can’t handle it)
- Everything’s made in China, and it’s crap
- Abject poverty, everywhere I look
- Looking into the face of the poor everyday, knowing I am rich
That’s it. That’s what it’s like. Hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading and following the journey.