Well, Jimmy and I have been sick all week. I have Malaria and he has a cold. My stomach was so painful so Jimmy took my to the doctors. An uncle of ours, Dr. Njenga. It's been a boring time being sick. Although it's given me some time to pull out my swahili lesson book and start cracking down on learning swahili. Now I am typing to you this lovely blog that records my life's various events. As I write the song of my heart I am listening to the sweet melodies of Bob Acri, a Jazz genius. The sounds are soothing me to write in a very funny yet sophisticated way. The way that the sun is beating in through my window convinces me that the rain that was just pouring down was only temporary and so there are new beginnings in this world. The was the light rays dance off my cupboard makes me tired. I have some pictures I wanted to post of us in Lodwar as well. :D It was very much warm up there and I am glad to be home but I look forward to going back soon. And Yes I AM VERRRRRYYYY WHITE!
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