Sunday, September 18, 2011

10 Reasons Why I Know I Was Made for Africa

1.) I’m never on time. To anything. Ever. Neither are Zambians.

2.) I absolutely despise cold weather.  70 degrees in the winter? I’ll have to put on a jacket, but I think I can make it…

3.) In the bush, nearly everything is outside your control. It’s the only place in the world I’ve ever been able to set aside my control-freak personality, because really, what was the point? You do what you can to prepare and prevent, but most of the game centers around reaction.

4.) I frequently find myself referring to “going home” when talking about Zambia. This leaves newcomers to the conversation with the curious misconception that I grew up in a mud hut in southern Illinois surrounded by half naked children and village goats.

5.) I hate wearing shoes. It makes my toes feel like they’re in prison. They don’t like it. They were made for Africa too.

6.) I really don’t mind being unreasonably close to people, which is good, since Zambian buses are packed like sardine cans and people in the market have no concept of personal space.

7.) I love kids. All of them.  As long as there is breath in my body, there is no such thing as an unwanted child. The street kids in Kazembe are very friendly little companions for morning walks. 
Photo courtesy of Zeger Van den Broele

8.) I don’t mind dirt. I actually kind of like it. You should get truly dirty at least once every day.

9.) I’m a complete adrenaline junky and thrive on adventure.  Believe me, there’s nothing more adventurous than health care in the bush.

10.) This little girl fit perfectly in my arms, and she was African. Therefore, it only stands to reason that my arms were meant to hold African babies. Logical? I think so.

Those of you who know me well.... Anything to add? 

2 comments:

  1. I love this post! It's a perfect description of why you want to go back. Anyone can tell you are sincerely passionate about Zambia. God bless you!

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  2. :) Thanks for the sweet words and the comment, Jennifer. It's nice to know somebody besides me reads these things. ;)

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