The Goat Incident:
This afternoon I walked home from the clinic and found a
single white baby goat trapped inside my compound. Eyes wide, the poor little goat trotted
around aimlessly searching for a way out.
I smiled to myself and opened the gate thinking I would just be able to
chase the little guy out so he could go find his mom. What I thought would be a
simple task turned into a 20 minute fiasco.
The stupid goat wouldn’t even let me get near it without scampering off
in the wrong direction. After sprinting
around my yard, having the neighbor children laugh at me, and clapping and
jumping at the goat, I watched as it FINALLY scuttled outside the gate. I wiped a drip of sweat off my forehead and
couldn’t help but feel a small sense of accomplishment. I smiled, as the one
word that swirled around my head was, “FREEDOM!”
Just a normal afternoon in Gobojango.
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Doing Laundry:
I’m not sure if I’ve shared with you my distain for doing
laundry. I’ve always hated it. Even in Tucson I would go a couple weeks
before actually getting around to washing my clothes…and that’s when I had
access to a washer and dryer. Now, it’s
even worse that I have to devote an entire morning to doing it since I must
wash my clothes by hand. Anyway,
yesterday I woke very early to begin washing my sheets and blankets. I let them soak for an hour before I began
carefully scrubbing them. About a half
an hour later, I used some intense elbow grease to ring out the water and soap
from the fabric, and pile them in my laundry basket. As I reached high to hang the ornery sheets
on the line, the chord snapped and all the clean, fresh-smelling laundry that I
had just washed slumped into a massive pile of mud, material, and mess. I looked helplessly down at the mud-spattered
sheets and let out a feeble sigh. This
meant I had to wash them all over again.
I collected the dripping fabric, threw it back into the laundry basket
and began the process all over again.
During the soaking procedure, I re-tied the cable to make sure that it
would not break again. Finally, after
what felt like eternity of scrubbing, I collected the clean sheets again and
set off to dry them. I hung each sheet
and blanket up again, clothes pin by clothes pin. With the last pillow case, I stacked a couple
cement blocks atop one another to reach the height of the chord near the
top. Tippy-toed, I closed the final
clothes pin and smiled to myself in accomplishment. Next thing I knew, the cement block under my
toes doubled over, my feet flung over my head, and I was staring up at the
dripping laundry from the flat of my back.
My lip quivered and tears welled in my eyes (whether it was because I
had landed on my shoulder or more from embarrassment, I don’t quite remember),
and to my horror, I watched as the cable snapped yet again in a different
location over my head. My laundry glided
down towards my face, tauntingly, and assumed its position on the ground.
I never want to do laundry again.
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In conclusion...
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