Well, that was fun. Roman emailed me the other day with a screenshot of my website, asking if there was some joke—instead of a little blog about my thoughts on life and social enterprise in Tanzania, a DOS-command-prompt-from-circa-1995-looking screen greeted me instead. Thanks to some help from Scott (love you! and…
Tags: equality
Three months ago today I was cruising down Route 1 through Big Sur with Ben. Three months. A quarter of a year. 25% of 2014. It was the first day of the rest of my life, in a very real way. I had packed up my belongings, left on a…
There’s a stall close by our house where I go for breakfast most mornings, and for lunch when I’m not in town. (Head on over to Flickr to check our some pictures of it empty on a Sunday.) It’s nice. They know my name, address me as Dada Lulu. I’m…
It made it! I couldn’t be more pleased. Or duly impressed. Ben figured out how to send me packages. To those of you with mailboxes living in a country able to support the basic infrastructure of a postal service, you may not understand why I’m so impressed. There aren’t addresses…
Talking with friends and family back home reminded me that the mundane here is what most people wonder about. Roman asked what I eat. Martha wanted to see what the toilets look like. Daddy couldn’t believe that women actually carry bunches of bananas on their heads.
It’s in the spirit of recording my day-to-day that I’m approaching these posts that will be published in the Mundane category. I’ve shaken off my self-consciousness at feeling like a tourist when I photograph everything. I obviously am not from around here. (Lakini mimi ni mbongo kabisa.) I’m documenting my daily mundane for your edification, to show you what life in Moshi is like.
In keeping with the theme, I thought that I’d record my commute.
Tags: safe and sound
Tim says that unfortunately there aren’t linens yet. I’m moving into his house this weekend. It will be good for me to live with some mzungu, to have friends around to hang out, to create some spontaneous social opportunities. ‘That’s fine,’ I tell him. I have linens, and we can…
Tags: social life
Mwihidini’s driving me home again. It’s the night before we leave for Nairobi for Sankalp. I’m sitting in the front for the first time. Usually I prefer to sit in the back, to be driven and to maintain a semblance of decorum. I’m not sure how things are done here,…
Tags: Swahili
Moshi is safe. It’s also very clean. It’s peaceful and pretty. If it’s not too late in the morning when I leave the house, I walk into town. I can stay in the shade on the side of the road, and enjoy the walk thinking through things for myself. The…
Tags: Swahili
Adam and I keep in touch after I accept KARIBU‘s job offer. I suggest that we check in once a week, and we do. On one of these weekly check-ins, he proposes that we take some time upon my arrival to take a few days off. We could hike. There are…
Tags: Swahili
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