hillary's uganda journal - june 24
There is a rat in my room. I know there is. I saw it move in my closet for a brief second before I screamed and ran into the hallway. The problem is finding it. I have to wake up in a few hours. Now, how the heck am I supposed to fall asleep while being paraoid that there is a rat sleeping right next to me?! thats what I'd like to know. I then proceeded to thoroughly search everything in the house by kicking each thing and shining my flashlight on it. But no luck. You're probably wondering why I am so scared of a little rat. I'm in Africa! I should be used to these kinds of things right?! Wrong. There's just something creepy about rats. They're too quick and spazzy. You never know what they're thinking and what they're going to do next. Kind of like chickens. But I am slowly working on that fear of mine, with all the chickens running willy nilly all over the place here.
So... now I am the "mandazi lady." For some reason everyone loves my mandazi! I don't get it, it's an african food, they shouldn't be begging ME to make them! But they do. Hopkins and Pastor Dithan have already gotten a bagful each and they're complaining that I need to make more for them. Oy, this could get tiring. I think I need to start a mandazi business! Not only will people come to me because I am white, but these are darn good mandazi! (haha) So I am making mandazi in the morning. Lots and lots of it because I'm making some for all of the teachers at St. Mbuga also.
2 comments:
Mmmmm i want some mandazi! And u should start a business. I would help. I'm not white so I'm not sure I could help with the publicity and all but I can smile... a lot :D <- see! Hopefully I wouldn't eat em all though :/ haha
BTW this is the funny rat story I was referring to in another comment lol I was laughing SO HARD my face got all red and I was glistening a little cuz I was so hot pahaha
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