I love my mosquito net. Not just for the protection against
mosquitoes, there are a few, but the protection it gives against beetles of
which there are many. They vary in size from that of a flee to that of a small
hedgehog. I am not kidding. I have seen what must be the biggest beetle ever
with pincers like a lobster. It’s quite scary in itself but now, every
scuttling, running thing that habitates my floor in darkness could be one of
those. And then there are the ones that jump like a cricket. EEEEEK! Mosquito
net is well tucked in.
I’ve been studying the culture here in South Sudan as
regards to money. Things are very different here. Understanding the culture has
helped me to relax my ever so pompous and arrogant attitude. Here money matters
are sorted like they are in the very poorest of British society. AKA the “feral
underclass” according to a Tory after the riots in the UK.. Basically, in your social circle of friends
and family, what’s yours is mine. Budgeting is planned around what’s urgent
today. The receiver of money decides what to spend it on. Not the giver even if
it was given to help buy a specific thing. Also, if you have accumulated wealth
and or goods, then you obviously don’t care very much for your friends and
family. Accumulating either can leave you open to jealousy and the subject to
witchcraft. (I haven’t seen it in Britain but you never know) Wanting to see
accounts means you don’t trust the accountant. Who are you to judge? And if you
must judge then be kind and merciful, not critical. It’s the African way.
We’re singing “heads,
shoulders, knees and toes today in English class. I can’t wait. I’m smiling in
joyous expectation before I get to work. Life is good especially at 98 degrees!
I’m told the weather is brutal in Scotland just now and i feel for you guys.
But then I bought a bucket and a tap for hand and feet washing before entering
my abode. Swings and round abouts. By
the way, there is no word for personal possession here (my bucket is our
bucket). You’re very welcome.
Miss my family a tadL. But Christmas here is
still about the birth of the Anointed one and no pressure. I just heard a great
reggae Christmas carol which I’m very keen to buy and send over. If anyone
wants it leave a comment.
Love well, live well!
