Oh my god! Where to begin… So, about a week or two ago, as some of you know, I was preparing for travels. During my packing I get a knock at my door. It was one of my fellow teachers with a sullen look on her face. It turns out that my best friend for a year and a half died in the night of malaria. Now Peace Corps told us this would happen and that sometimes people that you meet would pass away during the time you were here, but I never thought it would happen to me. Ok, so like other volunteers, I've had the experience of villagers dying and even a student. But my best friend!? It seemed so unfair and I still don't know what to think about it. I braced myself for death around me, but doesn't mean I don't like it. He was the academic master of my school. He was recently married with a newborn child and had the most promise out of any of my Tanzanian teacher friends. We were talking about his university plans this year and our lives in general. But now he's gone and it opens up this void where things I wanted to do I can't.
So another sad part about all this was that I wanted to stay around for the funeral and procession, because it would be the first funeral in Africa that would actually mean something to me, but I was leaving to Zambia for Easter Holiday (Spring Break) a few days later. So unfortunately, and it pained me to do so, I gave all the condolensces I could but sadly went on my way.
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Apr 01 2008, 03:52 PM
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memeza / Zambian News