at the woman who cleans the school two times daily with a bucket of water and an old sweatshirt, bent ninety degrees or greater at the waist cleaning the layers of dust and dirt from the concrete floors…without a mop, broom or custodial bucket to wring the rag clean for her…who has the courage to throw her empty bucket at the mafia of geese obstructing her path to the water pump.
at the hundreds of kilometers I can see from my room on the hill overlooking the Rift Valley…and realizing that I will likely never see those abstract and tiny places at any closer distance.
at the amount of dirt and dust caked on my legs up to my knees and under my toenails at the end of the day…but thankful that it is dirt of the earth and not the dirt of people.
at how unglamorous I have become, but yet how I am growing to love my look wearing nothing more than sunscreen, mascara, and chapstick.
at how I have not checked my bank account status in nearly a month, but I feel wealthy and at peace with the 30,000 shillings
Signing off for the weekend, on the road to Nairobi…
tnick
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