“Oui, à la maison rose.”
My luckily-short nineteen point two
seconds of Brainhurt vanished when a welcomed disturbance came via my friend’s
voice. With the motivation given by an unreasonably hostile and open sky, pelting its unforgiving wet daggers down upon us, and with my two Peace Corps friends darting
out of the car like well-tipped porters carrying my unnecessary amount of luggage past
the gate to my new home, the unloading went quickly.
I had arrived, and I arrived to a better place.
I had arrived, and I arrived to a better place.
*Brainhurt: a lifelong annoying condition arising when my underdeveloped brain becomes (over)worked with having to hold and/or process thought; a chubby kid forced to play basketball in P.E. is an external embodiment of this malady; side-effects are unflattering.
A view of Maroua, my new home, from Mt. Maroua - a short hike outside of the town
Rhumsiki - Rainy Season - volcanic plugs - about 3 hours west of Maroua
Kapsiki Peak and donkey at Rhumsiki - Rainy Season
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