The water of life

Guess what’s back! The beauty of life, water! Blue gold. Oh the bliss is so sweet. The heavenly feel of a clean face and hands after 5 days without a shower. A toilet that flushes, a shower that sprays, and water to soak that petrified oatmeal pot. It is absolutely beautiful, the water of life. Oh it is so sweet.
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Well, that was a few days ago, now its gone again. I’ve been feeling better lately, my body is still sniffling and a little sick, but mentally I have energy to pour into my service here.
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The last few hours have been filled with the reggae atmosphere of Bob Marley, inspired by my two new Bob Marley posters. I lost my wallet on a taxi the other day, so I’ve been low on birr the last few days. Finally I made it to the bank today to cash some travelers checks, and as I left the bank I was feeling rather loaded I suppose. Feeling sympathetic for all the people on the streets, I subjected myself to some spending. I can’t support begging, but the people selling things, or offering services, are doing their best to make some money and making an effort. I ended up stopping to look at some sunglasses; after all I am in Africa. Soon I was surrounded, I turned to look at handmade silver Christian jewelry, and feeling sorry for the guy bought some. Soon a boy wanted to clean my shoes, well, they used to be brown and now they were rather beige, so I let him. Then finally I found some aviators and had to buy them too, I got the guy down 25% but the price was still pretty steep. Then I I was followed by a guy selling DVDs, I ended up buying Darfur NOW, and was glad to find it is good quality when I got home. While I was looking through the guys movies, a little girl came up to me wanting me to buy a box of tissues, she looked like she needed food, and my nose has been running like crazy, so again I indulged. Then came Bob Marley, a guy selling posters and maps decided to chase me the Feu-reunj down the street, finally I turned and suggested a very low price, much lower then what he was asking, somehow he offered me a better price, I think something was lost in translation, anyway I ended up getting him down pretty low and landing with two huge laminated Bob Marley posters for very cheap. Great, just what I needed. By then I was feeling pretty sheepish, standing around looking like a complete tourist with my arms full of stuff, and just wanted to disappear, people were giving me looks, as if they don’t already stare at the white kid in town. I continued to walk for a long time, at least now I had a reason for not buying from the various other people that followed me, I could show them that my shoes were already clean, and I already had a pair of sunglasses. The traffic was bumper to bumper, and all the public taxies were full. Finally, tired of walking, and from a long day of school, I found a taxi to take me home. The traffic was bumper to bumper all the way, but eventually I made it.
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I soaped up my hands and turned on the tap to wash them when I discovered to my dismay that there was no water. Great. I wiped my hands off with my new tissues and then lathered them in hand sanitizer, sure is convenient when there’s no water. I’m down to my last bottle of water. Our bookshelf looks like a bottle depot with a stack of empty water bottles beside it reaching nearly to the ceiling. We haven’t figured out what to do with them yet. All the pop comes in the old school glass bottles, I think they just wash them out and reuse them. I haven’t actually tried the pop yet, but apparently the coke tasted a little different every time. TIA.
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“Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profundity. Kindness in giving creates love.” – Lao-Tse

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