How was Africa?

I know I have not been a very consistent blogger. Sorry. This will be my last entry.

Today is my last day in Burkina Faso. I am very ready to go home and enjoy all of the comforts that go along with it but of course it is going to be difficult to leave, especially because I have no idea if and when I will get a chance to return. Last weekend, we went back to the villages for a few more days to say goodbye. I am so grateful for all of the people here who have made my experience amazing and unforgetable.

These last couple of days, we have been talking about culture shock and reintegrating into life in the US. I have not been here so long that I will have a seizer from watching TV but it will be a strange sensation to walk on a sidewalk or see white people everywhere. I will also probably still expect the roosters or the mosques or donkeys freaking out to wake me up at five in the morning.

One thing we know we will encounter all of the time when we get back is people asking us "How was Africa?" whether they care or not. Vague questions will receive vague answers and we've come up with a few.

"How was Africa?"
"Good. How was North America?"

"How was Africa?"
"There were a lot of black people."

"How was Africa?"
"I spent three months hiding from cannibals in a cave surviving off of lion meat and mud."

"How was Africa?"
"There are 45 countries in Africa. I was in one. Burkina Faso. It was incredible."

I know that the lovely and informed readers of this blog will never ask me "How was Africa?" Thank you so much for keeping up to date with my life, even when I am not very good at keeping you up to date. I will see you all this weekend!

Love, Lafi, Baraka, aniché!

Merry