Day 386

I have decided to undergo the traditional tribal rite of passage. My tribal sponsor has told me to procure a double edged razor.

Day 375

The german came by to give me a belated Valentine. He was topless and wearing a floral sarong with calfskin sandals. His reflector sunglasses excited something in me. I am confused.

Day 374

Valentine's Day, 2010 : There is love in my heart, but pain for my people... Evidently, the Winter Games have commenced in Vancouver. For me, life is not a game.

Day 367

A year has passed since I came to this place. News of a major snowstorm on the east coast of the United States does nothing to ebb the rivulets of sweat that flow from my pores in the 100 degree heat and humidity. The german shoots rats with his slingshot. His eyes gleam as sharp stones slice through the viscera of those helpless creatures. My post-malarial symptoms have begun to ebb. And still, no seeds have arrived from the NGO.