We traveled to Itete to see Carina and Klaus Dinkel. Klaus is a pastor and Carina a doctor-and my saint- who can help me if I get in a bad nut situation. Cortisol, hydrocortisol is what I’ll take if I need to use my epipen. A nice man gave us a ride there but we traveled by foot back. It’s 10 km. My parents will be happy I cleared the nut thing because first I talked to Klaus and he said all I’ll have is the epipen and there’s no resources at the hospital to treat me. WHAT? That took me for a loop. Then Carina came out of the OR, or what British call the “theatre.” She said they have the treatment I’d need and if she wasn’t at the hospital it would be no problem, I would get help. PHEW.
Liz is now teaching me how to make ugali. It’s corn flour that you add to water, a little salt and heat and add more of the flour until it thickens into a paste. You make balls out of it and dip it in your beans and sauce. I kind of love it.
The tribe that lives in my area is called the Nykusa and they speak the Kinikusa language. Here’s a snippet of what I say everyday when I see anyone.
Ugunili
Ndaga
Trombombo
Tununu
Ene.
I’m practically fluent! Ok no, but I can count and say hello, goodbye, how much is that, I would like…
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