So these days I'm in language school and it has been going pretty well. I should be conversing with people more often but I haven't. I'm not exactly sure why. I have been around some Tanzanians and they speak Swahili and I get the jist of the conversation but I don't really ask questions or converse back. This is because I've been with my housemates each time. Speaking of...here is a picture of us (at least the housemates who are on the university team with me, I don't have any pictures of the other housemate)...
Anyway...We've been learning a lot about the grammar and some of it can be difficult. Like there are a lot of rules about possession. In English we have my, yours, ours, etc, and they have that too but with different nouns you use them differently. For example, I said marafiki zangu above, but if it's singular you say rafiki yangu and if you have a husband it's mume wangu and if you say my name it's jina langu and all of those are for my. It's a bit too much. Then you use negatives differently for the different tenses. It's all pretty crazy if you ask me. But enough about that...now a picture of where I spend my mornings Monday through Friday...
The other day I was driving down the road and because I enjoy science I began to think about erosion. Why you ask? Well it rained practically non-stop for two days recently (strange it seems though since it's not rainy season) and well the roads here aren't the best. So I began to think about the process and how pot holes get bigger because tires going through them speeds up the process. The rain came and softened up the dirt, the tires went through them and picked up the sediment and made the holes bigger. It's crazy to actually see the process in action, you don't get to see it much in America. I hope you can tell what is in the picture below...one evidence of the erosion process, I just wish I had a picture of the before because there was definitely not a drop off like there is now.
2 comments:
Jambo, love reading about your life. Pot holes and all. There may be a metaphore there, as self erodes, and new surfaces get uncovered...? Maybe too far a stretch?
Love Ya Mama P
aha - i come ready to post w/ metaphor in hand and i see my mom has already gone down that road a bit. no surprises since we're quite similar (in a good way, mom, no worries). anyway - i too have been thinking a lot about erosion the last 3 weeks. however, i've been thinking about the decay of our flesh - how sin breeds corruption and life and renewal can only come to us through His raining on our lives. so praise Him we're potholes no longer?!?!
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