A New Normal
I live in a hut in Africa, with a thatched roof and all it’s glory.
I played with preschool children today but didn’t have a conversation with them because we don’t speak the same language.
I came home to a cow being butchered on the ground by our outdoor showers, the cow died while in child birth. The smell of the butchered dead cow is ripe and still lingering in the evening air.
I cleaned the outhouse today with bleach water and a broom hoping to eliminate some of the stench, but we all know it won’t be long until the heat of the day brings back the ripe smell of poop.
I...