I told someone the other day that I both love and hate Africa all in the same moment. I don’t know that I can completely explain this sentiment but I know that I feel it. I love running in the mornings and having a little girl smile shyly at me from behind her mother. I love the sunsets here. I love that you can see a community working together in small but substantial ways, trying to make things better. But I hate finding laziness or corruption. Or the fact that no one questions authority and that they can just accept things they way they are, even if they aren’t working. And I know these things exist all over the world. But I have found my way here. To Africa. And somehow every day I continue finding ways in which I both love and hate it here.
|The view from my window.|