Tuesday Feb 15

Feb 15, 

Today is the funeral for the young man who died by being crushed by a tractor. I decided not to go to the funeral. Alice said that was OK and not to worry about it. Thank goodness I don’t have to go. It’s not something I really wanted to do today. 

Some historic stuff is happening here in East Africa. Southern Sudan became a seperate country from Sudan without a war which is amazing in itself. Then Uganda is in the middle of counting the election results and more than likely there will be a war but I’m told it won’t last long. The Kenyan government has told all Kenyan’s living in Uganda to return home until everything in Uganda settles down. Then I’ve heard that the border of Kenya and Uganda is being guarded by the Kenyan military. Apparently Ugandan’s are attempting to cross the border illegally, and Kenya doesn’t want them unless they have the proper papers. THEN Ethiopia is another problem and Ethiopian’s are crossing the border illegally and causing problems up near that border. Aren’t you all glad you live in the USofA? Can you imagine living in fear that a riot will break out in front of your house because of some idiot that gets elected. Yikes.

Today for breakfast we had mandazi which is basically a donut like thing that’s totally yummy.  With my usual 2 cups of Kenyan coffee breakfast was yummy, but then it usually is yummy. At least mandazi is way better than goat! I ate goat last night for dinner and I decided that I don’t like it at all. Not sure if it was the way it was cooked or what but I don’t like it. Then when I was on my way to school another shirt got caught in the barbed wire. UGGG  So far that’s 2 shirts caught on barbed wire and my Foxcroft pink shirt caught on the door handle and ripped the sleeve. UGG.  I tell ya, Kenya is hard on clothes.

In class today 2 boys were talking in the back, and I had previously told the class that I will embarrass whoever continues to talk.  Well, these boys pushed the wrong button today so I put both of them in seperate corners, nose and toes in corner, in front of the class. I figured it was better than caning them. Then after a bit and the class was working well on the assignment, I took both boys outside and spoke to them about being respectful to me.  I asked them am I disrepectful to them? They said no, so then I said then why are you being disrespectul to me.  They didn’t have an answer, which I didn’t think they would. So hopefully the class learned that when I say no talking, I mean it.