Hello everyone,
A common misconception from my Okahandja e-mail seems to be that I actually killed the chicken. I didn't. I was too wussy, I just watched three other trainees kill them. we only needed three chickens, so we only killed three chickens.
I am in Oshitayi now. I am living with a host family that does not speak english, and has no modern ammenities whatsoever. My host brothers have to go fetch water a couple times of day from a place a half a km. away. there is no electricty, so at night I have an oil lamp that I use for a little bit until it gets too smokey in my room, and then I go to sleep. the family cooks in an outdoor kitchen over a wood fire in these cute little, cast-iron, black pots. I tried cooking for them yesterday, but I think they thought I was weird for not cooking Oshimbobo (a porridge made out of water and ground millet that they have at every dinner). so after I was done they want back and cooked oshimbobo themselves. I didn't cook it to begin with because I was afraid I'd mess it up. I know how to cook pasta, so I cooked that instead.
Here, it is the rainy season, summer. It didn't rain at all for one week though, but now it is raining again. It gets pretty hot by the afternoon, but it's not too bad. usually in the 90s. if and when it rains, that helps cool things off. I take a bucket bath twice a day (morning and night) to feel clean.
I am looking forward to a three day sojourn in Oshakati starting sunday, cause I am frankly tired of living in a borrowed room of a family whom I can't understand (I understand about 0.1% of what they say to each other and about 20 % of what they say to me.) they understand most of what I say to them, but that's because I have to speak in very simple sentences and very slowly.
I have become very good at saying "Onda Kuta" and "Kandi uvite ko" which mean "I'm full" and "I don't understand", respectively. oh, and "popya kashona", which is "speak slower".
well, that's enough for now.
l8r, siggi