Thursday, December 3, 2009
Sai wata rana- Until another day
On my last day in Niger, I:
Woke up nervous
Ran along a sandy road (quiet on the way out, traffic on the way back)
Visited the hospital and bid farewell to the women who are still awaiting fistula surgery
Had a close-of-service interview and only cried during it once
Avoided saying goodbye, as a mutual agreement, with my friends on staff at headquarters (we did a lot of: "see you later, maybe even today!" )
Made and ate lunch with a fellow volunteer from my hometown (sifted bugs out of the pasta and could only barely taste them)
Packed a Going-To-Morocco-In-Sun-Faded-Clothes themed wardrobe
Gave three watermelons to the staff at Air Maroc for helping arrange my flight
Washed my grimey blue sweatshirt so whoever sits next to me on the plane isn't uncomfortable
Spoke to my two homes: parents in Oregon, and parents in...am I allowed to say the name of my village now? Maybe not, since I'm officially still a volunteer, until midnight...Anyway, I spoke with Narba, Mariama, Zuera, Suleil, and a few others.
And that brings us, generally, to Now. I have a few more hours before lift off. Thank you for reading, and I'll see some of you soon. Allah shi kiyaye, Allah shi gumma mu da alheri, Allah shi bada hankuri.