Africa: My Dear Tanzania letter…

Dear Tanzania,
It’s almost been a month.  I think of you every day… and communicate with someone pretty much everyday who is there or was there.  I can’t get you out of my head, so all I can do is write you a letter.

Asante sana (thank you).  For so many things….
For birds that sound like cats.
For everyone stopping to say Mambo!
For coca cola light in glass bottles.
For hakuna penda.
For my kiddos.  They are truly a gift.
For ugali and Primo’s cooking.
For giving me new words that I loved to say that rolled off my tongue as if they were really just waiting there to come out.
For letting me remember how fun it should and could be to be a kid.  No matter what the circumstances.
For allowing me to see such amazing beauty – the Indian Ocean, Kilimanjaro and an elephant mosey-ing along the Ngorongoro Crater floor.
For re-inspiring me, and reminding me there’s so much more yet to see and do.
For letting me in a little bit.  I know I still have a long way to go to earn your trust.  When I come back I’ll be a lot better at the language and I think our communication will be much smoother.
For Konyagi.
For Paul’s dancing and Mussa’s incessant phone ringing.
For Meagan’s theatrical interpretations.
For Baba’s words of wisdom.
For Brenda the best neighbor ever.
For painting at Amka.
For chocolate and avocado shakes at the Kili Lounge.
For Emma who drove us all over town with virtually no gas in his car and laughed with us.
For the sights, the sounds, the smells that are burned into my brain.
But most of all, for just being you.  The good, the bad, and the everything else.

I don’t know when I will see you next, but I am really working on making this relationship work even though we are far apart.  I’m in if you’re in.

Moyo wangu wote,







2 thoughts on “Africa: My Dear Tanzania letter…

  1. I just read through ALL of your posts. Obviously I was a bit behind. Loved reading stories about not only Africa, but your experiences in Samoa and everywhere else. Not many gals from NW Ohio can say they’ve done the things you’ve done! Thanks for letting the rest of us white girls with first world problems live vicariously through you!

  2. And … to answer your question … would LOVE to come back to the islands! But we have so many other places to experience, so I’m sure it will be a long while.

    Zachary is a freshman in high school. Yes. I’m not kidding. We are old. Anyway, he’s taking German, and we’ve talked about going to Germany and surrounding areas next summer. I’ve never been outside the US/Canada/Caribbean/just over the Mexico border. I’m horrible with languages, though. And Jason only knows French from high school/college. And I’m not counting on Zachary to do any translating. So wish us luck!

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