Monday, May 19, 2008

Blisters

Blisters here, blisters there, blisters everywhere. Out in the countryside people use their hands. There isnt some fancy machine to do all the work for them. I have finally partaken in the traditional activity of breaking down my skin so that it can heal even tougher. Digging a garden in my backyard. Blister. Pulling buckets of water from the well. Blister. Pounding coos with a mortar and pestle. Blister. Shelling massive amounts of peanuts. Blisters.

If you yourself have no blisters youve either worked really hard or harldy worked. Go dig a hole and throw some seeds in there it builds character.

3 comments:

bernard n. shull said...
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Anonymous said...

bwana zachy,
I am so excited to read your story. i am happy to hear you're getting your hands dirty and learning so much in the process. i have to admit that back in the high and dry country of CO i'm not having a very similar experience, but, things are good. i look forward to hearing more as your time goes on in the Gambia.
Scott H.

Ruco van der Merwe said...

salaam aleikum for America! I just wanted to write you a quick note and let you know that we made it safely here. We have been super busy with health/dental stuff but have been trying to savor every moment. We miss you and pray that you are doing well. Give Victor and the fam a HUGE hug from us and tell him that we miss them already. P.S. what is your email address