Living here has been an adjustment. Each morning, my supervisor, Kristen, and I brew some Starbucks (brought from the States) in a French press and make oatmeal on the gas stove, which are the ultimate “tastes of home,” so we don’t feel so far, far away. We leave some breakfast for the guard at our house and drive up the bumpy road to the office.
Then we spend about 45 minutes doing devotions with 15 to 20 other staff members before heading either into the office or into the field. Going into the field may involve meeting with a government official or representative of another organization, shadowing a care group of leader mothers, or doing a special task such as distributing mosquito nets.
From 1 p.m. to 2 p.m., lunch is served, usually consisting of white rice, posho (cornmeal), delicious pintos, and either goat in a tomato-like sauce or fish in a peanut-sauce. I usually take my rice to the guards, request extra goat and pintos, and bring a few boiled eggs and veggies from home. Recently in the field, we were given chapatti, which is actually an Indian flatbread. It basically tastes like a thick, fried tortilla.
When the workday ends at 5 p.m., Kristen and I head home for some Insanity she has on her hard drive since I am sadly far, far away from any weight room, followed by a “shower,” which requires boiling a pot of water on the stove since we don’t have a working water heater and pouring it into a bucket with some cool water.
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