So this is what it’s like to live in Africa…

Here are a few things I have learned since I have been in Rwanda:

Kinyarwanda is sups difficult to learn. There are no rules, and the rules they do have contradict each other. Also there are sounds that we don’t even use in English. Pronunciation is rough.

Only here is it acceptable for people to completely stop in their tracks to stare at you and shout the color of your skin, “Mzungu.” And it is a compliment.

You get to sleep in a fort every night. Some people call them mosquito nets, I prefer to think of it as a fort, or a princess bed.

Yes means no. Seriously. The word for ‘no’ is ‘oyeah.’ Confusing.

You can add the President on facebook. Still waiting on him to accept my friend request.

It’s not rude at all to shove your way onto a bus before letting anyone off.

A girl’s knee’s are like boobs. Not okay to show in public.

Boys hold hands as they walk down the street and it doesn’t mean anything. Literally, no homo.

They burn all their trash and it smells like weed. Funny, because they’re going green, by doing the opposite of going green.

You can get roses and lilies and tons of pretty flowers for only like 18 cents.

Crossing the street is like playing Frogger. Civilians do not have the right of way.

I thought the peanut butter was a chocolate/peanut butter/sugar mix, but really it’s just dark brown grainy peanut butter. Still really good though.

Everything is negotiable. No price is firm.

You can buy cell phone minutes anywhere, anytime. In a store. At a market. On the side of the street. On a bike. In a bus. And you have 20 different people selling them in all of those places.

You want to kill the birds for repeating the same obnoxious sound over and over again and waking you up in the morning, yet you also want to just sit there and listen to them for hours because they make such cool sounds. In Hannah’s words, “I kinda want to go shoot that bird, but I also want to listen to it.”

Cell phones have radios. I’m not talking about internet phones or blackberry’s or whatever. Just regular ghetto brick cell phones with an fm radio all the time.

Life is not based around time. Our class that is supposed to be from 1:00-3:00 can start anywhere between 1:00 and 1:45 and can get over anytime between 3:00 and 4:00.

Internet, warm water and toilet seats are luxuries and should not be taken for granted. I have mastered the art of peeing in a hole in the ground.

You can buy a bottled Fanta almost anywhere for under a dollar. The orange ones are so good. (Shelby, you would be in heaven).

Avocados are gigantic and cheap (about 18 cents).

A papaya? Maybe a mango?

Oh, it's just a GIANT avocado!

4 responses to “So this is what it’s like to live in Africa…

  1. This makes me so happy reading this! So excited that you are getting to have this awesome experience! Try combining citron and fiesta (IT WILL BLOW YOUR MIND!)

  2. Wait wait wait, who said you are allowed to be so damn witty? I’m the comedian in the family, so that means I’m the only one who is allowed to be funny

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