I still cannot write the actually name of "My Town" because chances are that somewhere out there amongst my thousands and thousands of loyal readers there is someone so repulsed by my audacity to continuously publish a public journal about ME and MY LIFE that revealing my exact location would only put a bulls eye on my back for that someone to come here and put an end once and for all to the Fresh Prince of Mozambique. I can't allow it. The show must go on.
Please be warned, if you are not related to me or even if you are, you will find almost none of these photos at all interesting.
Its just a few days of walking around my town. No elephants or lions were out on those days, but I'll try for the next blog entry.
For some reason, Peace Corps decided that it would be a good idea to accept me into their program and then to send me to Mozambique, or "the 'Bique" as the natives refer to it. No, that part isn't true, but the first part is. I will be serving in Mozambique for the next two years and three months, and I will use this blog to document my journey. My story is sure to include twists and turns, the likes of which are unknown to the common man, but then again, I am the Fresh Prince of Mozambique. Stay tuned "to see what happens when people stop being polite and start being real! The real world. Moz... full info
Futoni wanted this carpenter to build a futon, so i am testing the sturdiness. The people here have never heard of this couch/bed idea, so when i explained it, many thought i was some sort of furniture genius. I told i was, and that it was my original idea
mangosmy town is now in full fledged mango season, its great
supermomthe same mom from the last picture...with a baby on her back...with her second youngest child on the back of the bike...taking them to the market to do some shopping....makes you feel pretty inadequate