Articles tagged with: Peace Corps
Second Prison Visit
My second visit to the prison began very much like the first. I showed up at 1:00 o’clock, and there was a lineup of about twenty-five women at the door, some with young children and many with bundles of food. There were far more motorcycles parked around the door and sidewalk this time, and the lineup was even more of a mess. It also seemed …
Guinea 054
Thursday February 8 5:23 a.m.
I had dinner with Jessica and Greg last night but it wasn’t a success. I don’t know why but conversationally speaking we didn’t hit it off. Perhaps it’s because of a difference in our ages. I’m probably twice their age. I didn’t think of that till now but I wonder if it’s much more apparent to them and they were uncomfortable …
Guinea 053
Wednesday, February 7 8:06 a.m.
My concerns about the family’s eating habits appear to have been misplaced a result perhaps of too many late night fund raising infomercials with Sally Struthers working up throaty sobs over starving children in far flung places. I say this (quite callously I note now that the sentence stares back at me from paper) because later in the day I saw …
Guinea 046
Tuesday, January 30 8:26 a.m.
I wouldn’t say I was deliriously happy this morning. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to a deep contentment. I slept better than I have for weeks. I put on a fresh and clean pair of socks, underwear, pants and shirt always a cause for celebration. I washed and shaved under the fig tree outside my Fula hut. The …