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And there are those hard, frustrating, confusing days where..I might go to the market and have every single person call me a toubab, ask me for money, ask for my shirt, my pants, my sandals, my bike, my hair, have a mentally handicapped individual stalking me because they just like to look at white people...It might be so hot that I have heat rash in places you don't ever want heat rash, am sweating from every pore in my body, can't go on a run because the heat rash is too bad, take a bucket bath and start sweating again, hide in my hut from the swarms of mosquito's that like to bit in the same places as the heat rash... Can't keep my phone charged...but then feel so first-world because I'm complaining about the heat, the mosquito's, and the lack of convenient electricity, when I will only be here for 19 more moons and will have so many luxuries where ever I live next, but the people who live here for their entire lives are smiling and laughing at the smallest things. So I come home from the market and the annoyances of this life to see smiling babies and women working harder than I've ever worked, complaining about so little and I am in complete awe of their strength. On days like these Africa kicks my butt..... but there is always tomorrow...maybe tomorrow the heat rash will be better.
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