I take a 10-hour bus ride from Kenya to Moshi, Tanzania. It is a very bad bus ride, very smelly and nowhere to stretch your legs.
I encounter a problem at the border when I go to pay for my visa at the border, as it transpires that Tanzania doesn’t accept any USD bill that is dated before the year 2000.
I’m very happy to teach elementary school at Tanzania, my best experience ever, in Africa.
Excerpt Stories from My Book
I started by introducing myself to the kids and make them feel like I’m their friend. They love me! So many hands are up, competing for an opportunity to ask me questions. “What’s your name?” “What are your parents’ names?” I let them go one by one as they are so enthusiastic to learn about me.
“How old are you?” One of the kids asks.
“Make a guess.” I smile at him. “You!” I point at a kid to give me the answer.
“Eighteen!” The kid says.
No!” I laugh. “Another try? You.”
“Fourteen.” Another kid answers.
I laugh at them. I draw my age on the blackboard using a chalk. They are so shocked. They are so lovely to think that I’m only four years older than them.
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