Animals in our kitchen
It’s difficult to write blogs now that living in Africa has become my normal, day to day life.
I am used to washing my clothes in buckets and hanging them to dry outside.
Used to hearing “Mzungu! Mzungu!” as I walk down the streets.
To walking down to Dorothy's Supa Duka or to the nearby gas station to purchase a Coca-Cola for 30 shillings.
I am used to the birds in the kitchen and the monkeys in the trees.
To the sound of screams and chairs slamming in the middle of the night as the locals celebrate goals while watching the soccer game...