I never really think of these titles until I am sitting here in the internet cafe posting the entries, so they're not really authentic, and I dont particullary enjoy making them.

09/29/05

I had bought some top-up cards for Jane (the headmistress of Kanga Primary) yesterday in Kisii, and this morning at 7am there was a little boy (in his uniform) at my door asking for them. I slipped on a shirt and my pink flip-flops and escorted him down to the school. I found Jane talking to the Pastor, discussed things with both, traded Jane the cards for the money, and walked back. Had a shower, breakfast, and read some Ngugi wa Thiong'o.

Robert came by and needs to go to Migori to get his sick sister to hospital, so our game plan for the day has melted. Mrs. Kaundh called and invited me for dinner at 6:30pm, I'm just going to take the day to review footage and catalog and catch up on typing and work on a PR piece for this and write a thank you card for the Kaundh's, that sort of stiff. I might start packing later too.

On my way to the Kaundh's, a little boy ran up to me to shake my hand. His friends were slightly behind us, marveling at their friend's courage. The boy said, "Where is your home place?" Sometimes I point to Mama's place when people ask that, usually I say California, but for some reason I said "America." The kid looked at me like I had just said I lived on the moon. His eyes got real big, he looked totally amazed. He said, "For real? You mean it?" Amazing.

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