With the end of my placement around the corner, time has accelerated and the amount of things to get done has increased exponentially. Sadly, that means it’s been a bit difficult for me to find time to communicate. On top of that, when I was hearing bullets flying in the distance from my backyard when the military mutinies made it as far as Bobo, it didn’t seem like a very good time to be talking too much about what was going through my head (it’s okay, things are completely calmed down now). That said, sorry for the long hiatus.
Unfortunately, the end is closer than ever and that means all the more things to finalize. Still, I had a few pictures lying around, so I figured I’d post at least a little something to let you know I’m alive and kicking and give you a taste of what getting around is like in Burkina.
Although you’d like to fly on and off your motorcycle,
you’ll find you’re often stuck behind a bus,
or zigzagging back and forth, avoiding a full-frontal fuss.
Though I’m sure you’ve come to expect that anything can go on top,
motorbikes, people and all… still you may yet be surprised,
… by what you found inside.
On your bike you may be a bit weighted down,
carrying your washer and dryer wherever you go,
but at least you can be pretty sure that they aren’t going to blow!
In Burkina, a car can fit a lot inside,
and is more willing to let you under its skin,
but I still didn’t expect that when in the trunk, the seats would do the sitting!
Sorry for the hiatus, I’ll try to have a few more posts up before I get home.
Thanks for reading my terrible non-poetry!