The opposition protests were today but nothing really serious happened. People are still angry but it all went rather smoothing. I must tell you before I continue that I’m writing this blog with my legs half off my porch to feel the rain that is POURRING down, with the loudest thunder and brightest purple lightening. When Africa has storms they do it in style, this one is no exception. Its incredible and wild and violent just as you would want any storm after weeks of painful heat. It’s like getting a cup of cold water after running the mile, not that I’ve ever run a mile, but I’m assuming its refreshing. Everything that once looked like it was begging for water is now soaking wet and happy. Mud covers every surface and the tin roofs make a loud song ringing through everyone home, so tvs are turned up louder than normal. Its beautiful and sexy in its own uncontrollable way.
Today I hoped to go to the group meal at my NGO, but it ended up being cancelled so instead I went gift shopping with Mirabelle. We met a few nice people and a few aggressive people, I can’t say much since people who are receiving these are also my readers.
The most interesting thing I learned today was about our cell phones. I couldn’t figure out why I can never text Mirabelle and she explained that usually when I try to text her, it is when something bad has happened and I’m on house arrest. It is at that exact time that the president is turning off texting so that it is difficult for large groups of people to connect. Shocking that a person can have such control over a nation. (the power just went out, powerful storm…)
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