First Impressions, Part Deux

I don’t feel like I’m really in Africa. When I learned I was coming to Africa, I had visions of wild animals, wide open grassy plains, children’s beautiful dark faces learning to read.
The reality of my situation – I’m in a suburb that could be anywhere in the world. I spend my days conducting meetings, going to government agencies, interviewing people for jobs in our local and regional offices. I walk the paved streets, surrounded by massive construction projects, tons of concrete, meeting people of every shade, from blue black to lily white, dressed in Western clothes.

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