Follow my journey from the Dominican campo to an African village. Mules, mosquitos, and motorcycles, rivers and rowdy youth. Interesting food, intriguing cultural differences and the daily trials of an NGO worker. Feel free to post, giggle, and share with others. Live vicariously through my adventure, and of course share your thoughts. Happy reading!
Saturday, February 12, 2011
The Prophet of Morrumbala
The driver who takes me around from campo to campo has a real talent for taking the most concise piece of basic information and turning it into an epic tale, and never at a volume less than ear-piercing. His favorite themes revolve around family life in Mozambique; conversation starters have been “MEN IN AFRICA LIKE TO HAVE LOTS OF KIDS SO THEY CAN PUT THEM TO WORK IN THEIR FIELDS!” or “WHEN TWO PEOPLE GET MARRIED, THE HUSBAND HAS TO MOVE INTO THE WIFE’S FAMILY’S HOME!” We’re talking about really revolutionary stuff here… Anyway, he means well and is as nice as he can be. But damn man, I’ve got to get me some ear plugs!
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