When I run out of my last piece of toilet paper…
Today we drove to Iyoli with Moshi.
The red dust sits on the surface of my skin.
Today I learned that perfection is overrated.
I forgot a belt so am using my USB cord.
I am in the middle of a corn field in Tanzania.
I met with the water technician, Jafari.
We went to see Baraka’s mom and grandmother.
I found my translator for Iyoli.
You know that feeling when you wake up a little confused.