Kabrousse

Turning off the main road I remember looking around at all the huts and people outside in what you might like to call a yard, and thinking..where on earth am I. With screaming kids running behind our vehicle, all who had enormous smiles on their faces. I just remember feeling at home right then and there and couldn't help but smile back. I was 6 or 7, it didn't matter because when you experience something like this at any age you will never forget it. This is just an explanation of first five minutes that I experienced in Kabrousse, my home away from home. I thought it would be fun to talk about a couple stories and things that I got to experience while living in Africa for the time that I did, and with that I will open with...DUN DUN DUN!


Converse shoes for all the kids: 
I specifically remember my sisters and I sitting in a very empty room ( probably a living room ) with nothing but a pot of oil in the corner of it, my parents had just surprised us with brand new Converse high tops and the excitement level went through the roof. As we each got handed different colored shoes my smile slowly turned into a pissed off little demonic sort of face I'm sure. I got left with the nastiest cream colored, boring and just plain gaudy shoe that any of us kids got, while my sisters had wonderful RED and I think it was black ones. I can't remember if it was Ashley or Amber's shoe but I grabbed those RED converse soooo fast and I threw them straight into that black pot of oil in the corner of the room. I wasn't sure what that would do, but I was pretty sure it was the right thing to do. I probably knew that years down the road it would be oh so funny right? Shoulda seen their faces then =)


Poop Hole: ( not your anus )
Some of the best times I ever had were the hot afternoons when my friends and I would finish up feeding and moving the cattle from out in the fields, because usually that meant we would go swimming and just cool down. For people in the states that would usually consist of jumping in your local pool, or maybe you are blessed and have your own. I didn't have either so thank God for something called rain. With enough down pour the cow pastures would form very large water holes for cattle to drink out of and also POOP in, but do you think I gave a crap? No pun intended...I remember throwing off all our clothes and jumping into that nasty, poopy, brown water pot and just having a blast. When you're a young boy and haven't experienced a clean American home and you realize that this life is almost a dream, you say screw it..."I'm going to stand here and let my little toes feel these cow pies wedge themselves right into every little nook and cranny of my feet" and that's what I did. 


It's late, so two stories will have to do for now...but I have many more for you guys to read about on Africa. For the people wondering if that will be my worm or constipation stories, that's a yes. I am very thankful that I got to experience the things I did, and what good would it be if I didn't share those moments with you guys. The picture I put in with the post is a picture of part of my house I grew up in, and the people are some friends who went back to visit in 2008. I will go back to Africa, and I will love it as best as I remember loving it.