tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466707224171024525.post4456353862991523506..comments2013-06-17T17:48:31.284-07:00Comments on My life in Tanzania: thinking, not writingDanielle W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124049341798226940noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466707224171024525.post-35597346455997687222012-11-02T19:20:18.263-07:002012-11-02T19:20:18.263-07:00Hey Sweetheart. LOVE the blog and I feel so bless...Hey Sweetheart. LOVE the blog and I feel so blessed to have shared a daladala with you to work. I could see it, visualize every word and I loved it. It gives me peace to know your day and the sweet way you show life and caring to others...speaking, inquiring, taking a soda to your guard. Love it. Love you most, however. Always, momaStacy W.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05347875008343087115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466707224171024525.post-48090083401561136372012-11-01T15:16:04.917-07:002012-11-01T15:16:04.917-07:00Dear, your missives may be sporadic and widely spa...Dear, your missives may be sporadic and widely spaced, but more than worth the wait! This one had me smiling and enjoying each sentence. You really have a huge talent for writing--I'm serious! I could practically taste the dust entering the daladala and feel the annoying hassles daily encountered. I need to write more about my daily experiences, and you've inspired me. <br />Thanks for being the lovely you!<br />Kiss and Hug,<br />Daddio Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466707224171024525.post-82069818337219035492012-11-01T11:17:56.331-07:002012-11-01T11:17:56.331-07:00yes - day to day there is the sense of tedium; but...yes - day to day there is the sense of tedium; but in the midst of that there is comfort - nothing quite like toast, strawberry jam and coffee after a nightmare!!<br /><br />With regard to being stared at, etc- putting on a tough face is one thing - been there done that most of my life. On the outside always looking in has its good and bad points. On the good - when I look into them and see their ugliness - the way they look down from their elevated social status of being able to "fit in" - they way they judge a facial deformity, skin color, clothes etc - I know I could never do or be that - and I am grateful just to be different from them. But then there is the other side - the reason we all go out into the world - to be a part of - to belong - to have to keep that pearl of self hidden - so to speak - for safety. Many years ago, when I graduated high school - I was so very surprised when some wrote in my yearbook that I seemed like an aloof snob until they took the time to get to know me. So - don't forget everyone is human - and sometimes they really don't know what to do either - so we all have different ways of expressing it or overcoming it. In your case, there is no easy way to try and create a central point, I think - because of the whole imperialism and colonization thing - but I could be wrong about that.<br /><br /> Perhaps one day - you will look back and see a sad and then angry song to start - but always there is something within that drives into a better message where everyone gets to fit and belong, a way to put light where there is dark - I look forward to hearing the whole one day.Freedom Adminhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13016362587925268058noreply@blogger.com