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!
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