Last week, the neighbor’s kids came over one evening to visit with Boo Boo. The 2 kids didn’t really flinch when they saw me, until the littlest one came over to see what her older siblings were up to at Boo Boo’s home. She was probably about 2 years old and came to the door, which was propped open. She was about to enter the doorway, when she happened to look to the right to see me sitting at the kitchen table. She stopped dead in her tracks. I could see the worried look in her eyes, and as soon as I said hello to her, she slowly backed out of the doorway. Jeromie even motioned for her to come in and told her so, but there was coming into the apartment and no turning her back on the strange new white girl-lol.
Jeromie offered me coffee one morning, and I told him that I don’t drink coffee. He then proceeds to tell me this spill on how I should support the African economy and drink coffee while I’m here. As he’s talking, I look on the table to see what he’s drinking (since I recently wrote on my blog about not seeing coffee anywhere here or see it sold anywhere). He’s drinking Nescafe! Can we say hypocrite? I laughed and told him that Nescafe is an American company and to save his spill for another volunteer when he actually starts to drink African coffee…
I am sorry to say that my laptop was stolen on Friday morning on the way to the orphanage. I honestly do not know how it happened because my backpack was on my legs, and I was sitting up against the door in the front of the taxi. The guy sitting in the middle of the taxi wouldn’t sit still during the ride, so I am assuming I was distracted by this and that’s how it was stolen. I didn’t hear my backpack unzip to open, I didn’t feel it move, I didn’t see anybody’s hands close to it-I saw NOTHING. All of a sudden, I am all but tossed out of the taxi. I was asked to get out of the taxi as the driver pulls over, and before I knew it, the taxi’s gone before I even knew my laptop was stolen and can think to get a license tag. I was very disappointed and disgusted since all the fundraising documents that I’ve been working on were on it, along with all my pictures. They say the thieves here are absolute masterminds and magicians-I believe it.
A new volunteer arrived on Friday, Jessica, who is from Hawaii originally. She’s newly married to a Marine who has just been stationed recently in Jacksonville, NC. Needless to say, she’s not very impressed with Jacksonville (I wouldn’t either if I were from Hawaii-lol) and has chosen to travel the world while obtaining a second masters degree. She just finished an internship in Liberia and is here until May. Her husband is in Afghanistan and has recently had his stay extended, so they don’t see each other often since he’s overseas quite often and since she loves to travel. I told her that I’m just glad to not be the only white gal on the block anymore…
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