mhula and i have have been writing essays for the past three days. college entrance essays to be exact. the man is fluent in three languages, although writing and speaking come at various ability levels. mhula is desperate to attend a university in America or Canada this coming fall, and so the application process is in full swing. he has hashed out essays to universities splattered across an entire nation. days spent editing essays which teachers have told him are not adequate. and so i've been determined to help.
in two hours i took several essays mhula has been staring at since september and retyped them with correct grammatical ordering, wording, and the like. when mhula read through them he asked, 'how do you even think to use these words?' my simple reply: 'mhula, i only speak one language. and i've had 22 years of practice.'
thinking about the potential and desire mhula has to improve the life of his family and those living in his village in northern Tanzania, and how that could be altered or withheld by various grammatical errors in an essay. this has quickly become one of my favorite things.
there are others which have made the list.
like the faces of our gardener and house lady when i extend my hand with a cold bubbling bottle of coca-cola. and the laughter of the children at the orphanage when you swing them like monkeys.
these are a few of my favorite african things!
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
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you, my friend, are beautiful.
so grateful to know you.
naturally one would rep the party hair for essay writing. even in africa.
Wow so many things we take for granted. You are just a super good person. I am amazed at all you have done since you have been there. Thanks for sharing, I always look forward to your writings.
p.s. I love the party hair!
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