The Kinky Green


I dreamed a dream of… America-land

Posted in Uncategorized by Joy on June 9, 2013

Since coming to Zambia I’ve had really random vivid dreams, I can only assume are my brain’s way of saying, Hey! Things are different! Missing!
In 1 I was listening to the news on the radio.
A few weeks ago I dreamed I had a TV, which was weird. I mean, I haven’t had a TV in years. By choice.
Then I dreamed I was at the mall. With Paris Hilton (who, btw, had an affinity for fried chicken & pizza. On a buffet. Go figure.) That was even more strange.
Paris Hilton? C’mon, brain. You can do better.

Warning: I’m Talking About Cats Here (or Consider that a Downgrade)

Posted in Uncategorized by Joy on June 1, 2013

Not long ago I was proud of Evil Cat’s hunting prowess (if a little disgusted by her decision to enjoy rat tare-tare on my yoga mat).
Tonight she bounded inside The Cottage with a live rat in her jaws, despite my protest. In the course of her lengthy pre-meal torture session, the rat escaped. After a half-hearted search for her lost prey, she opted for a nap. Fortunately, Lazy Cat killed the rodent (on my yoga mat-of course) before it took up residence.
Evil Cat is officially part of the problem.
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Meeting the Chief (or the story of Henry’s demise)

Posted in Peace Corps Adventures by Joy on June 1, 2013
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Wednesday I got up early, early & walked about 5 miles with my host brother, village headman, & vice-head. We arrived at the chief’s palace a little before 8 & waited.
He emerged from his younger wife’s home in a sharp black suit with white pinstripes, told us to sit, & welcomed me. My hosts gave him a gift, as is custom, & he gave me a rooster & told me to “be free.”
As we walked home, I plotted the rooster’s fate. Inevitably: dinner.
The name was an accident, but Henry sure was delicious.

A Meeting About a Meeting (or This isn’t an episode of The Office: Africa, is it?)

Posted in Peace Corps Adventures by Joy on June 1, 2013
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Thursday was supposed to be busy. Things just don’t pan out here according to the squiggles in my planner.
My morning harvest didn’t happen, for reasons yet untold. Around 14:30 (2:30p), a counterpart & I went to see the head teacher to talk about the girls’ GLOW group that meets every Thursday. At “14” (2p).
He was receptive, saying the girls will be free at that time. Starting next week.
Office-working friends: meetings about meetings exist in rural African villages. We’ll never escape them.