My favorite texter of all time is a fairly plump Mugiso (in Bantu languages, prefixes are added for descriptions within tribes. Someone lives in Bugiso, is a Mugiso, and speaks Lugiso) who resides in Kumi District. She wears too much make-up, tries way too hard to be American and also to pick up Americans (i.e. me, Danny, and the new guy). She’s a bit haughty. Despite these faults (more egregious in print than is really fair), her position as postmaster, and therefore the person who informs me of packages having arrived for me, makes her a VIP contact.
------In Ngora, being its own district and all, we do in fact have our own post office. You might wonder why I would ride my bike 20 kilometers on a road I’ve been clipped twice to get to Kumi, instead of simply having it coming to Ngora and picking it less than 2km from my doorstep. Well, go less than 2km and 1 step, and there you will find an ajon circle (local brew drinking site, which is a big pot with straws coming out of it in a big circle, about 10 feet in diameter with chairs and people included). Once found, search for the drunkest man there. That is Mr. Oloit, our postmaster.------
Anywho, this package was especially wonderful, sent from my two generations of mamas. Inside the package, the first thing that demands your attention is the self-written “Caldwell Navigator” newspaper article, outlining the package’s contents in a play by play.
Presents included candy buttons, toothbrushes, a stolen cocktail menu, and a 2013 edition almanac in the same tradition as Poor Richard’s. Amongst most of the nonsensical items included was a wooden measure previously used from my great granddad, amazingly still in perfect condition. Buzi was also celebrated, and got to taste what could have been his first ever American treat (Also obtained through questionable methods at a local bank, “reportedly”)
Thank you Mama & Grandmama! Appreciate the love; I promise all of the construction items will be put to good use!