As I sat in my room in Holeta my mind would wonder about what life would be like if I was in America. Would I have a chance to blog more and get a chance to build my writing skills at a better speed. Would I get a chance to eat clam chowder and love the body I lived in. All the diverse foods would be at my fingertips and I wouldn’t have to worry about the amount I ate.
These days I love learning to cook various dishes. I seem to have nack to decided to learn something that most would find complicated. Like lasagna or enchiladas for a month’s worth of meals. My favorite by far has been baking cookies. That has become something of a joy. I always joked that the day that the metrics (cm, inches, teaspoon, and tablespoon to name a few) I had been absent because I couldn’t figure out what in the world these terms meant. I have come to realize that my baking skills outweigh my regular cooking skills. Though my meatloaf turned out moist and yummy.
I have also come to realize that I love taking pictures of things. It expresses my need to show people what the world really is and not what it is supposed to be. When I saw Black Panther in the theater (my first movie theater experience in a very long time). I realized that was the Africa I wanted people to see. Not the famine stricken land where various regions were fighting each other. I saw the same huts that I saw in Ethiopia and felt the joy of actually understanding something. It was amazing. I left the theater speechless because that was what I wanted the world to see. A continent of people proud to share their culture and riches with the world.