“Namuudu” is the name that my host family gave me last week. It’s from the clan that they come from (Enchima – the monkey clan). I’m doing well. My host family is wonderful. 6 brothers and sisters, but they all just left for boarding school, so only my mom and dad are home now. Last night, Daddy brought home a fried fish. It was whole: eyes, fins, spikes, scales, everything – just fried. it. was. disgusting.. but i ate it.
I was surprised at the amount of tv that’s watched here – mostly really really awful soaps. The other popular passtime is watching Nigerian movies. They are, by far, the trashiest stories I’ve ever watched. It’s painful: The acting. The plot. The technique. Everything. In the last one I caught a few minutes of, a brother got his sister pregnant, then wanted to marry her. She wanted an abortion, but then they found out they weren’t real brother/sister. I dare you to rent one and watch it.
The walk home is about 45 minutes from campus. On average, I hear “Mzungu” shouted at me about 20-25 times. Some kids even run up to me and whoever I’m walking with and basically tackle us, hug us, shake hands, anything.
I have bedbugs. I think they’re from the sheets I’ve used at the host home. I’m hoping they’ll go away if I change the sheets – they’re red bumps that don’t itch all over my body. It’s not too bad, though, I don’t have enough to where it’s completely noticable – there were some on my face, but they’ve started to go away.
Life other than that is good. It’s been just about a month since I’ve been here! I joined the football team here, so I’m now an official UCU footballer (soccer player). Our first match is this Friday – I can’t wait. I’m becoming more settled at the University, however, I definately miss:
throwing dirty clothes in a machine and pushing a button.
showers with warm water.
good salads & fresh veggies.
ice in my water.
wearing shorts and a tank
Turkey Hill chocolate peanut butter swirl ice cream.
I love, however, living in this culture. It makes it real and it makes it worth it – not having everything I’m used to. Nothing makes you appreciate life as you know it like having it stripped away. Everything is so raw and basic here that it’s almost refreshing. (I don’t always feel like that – especially on midnight runs to the bathroom fighting with the cockroaches for my spot) But I digress..
Thoughts/Comments? (Just so you know, I love getting the mail and comments, it’s just really hard to respond right away if at all. So thank you for thinking of me, I appreciate it all.)