Sand Storms in Sudan
15 years ago
That is certainly true of me. Somehow the camera manages, long before I have boarded an airplane, to capture the dragged-through-a-knothole visage, the telltale vacant stare and stiff-necked posture that come over me after 26 or 30 hours of flight from San Francisco to either Nairobi or Kampala (and we're not even in Sudan yet--that will take many more hours on airplanes and dirt roads). How does the camera know that this is how I am going to look when I arrive in East Africa? In Calif, friends look at my passport and say, "Whoa, that's a horrible picture of you!" In Africa, the immigration official looks at the same picture, glances up at me, and nods. Yup. That's her!
Since returning to the U.S. a month ago, I have been thinking a lot about Sudan. I’ve been noticing the contrast between lifestyle in the two places: the availability and abundance of food here, compared to the scarcity of food in Sudan. Clean water on tap in they typical American home, compared to a walk to the pump for the Sudanese woman or child - then a return walk home carrying a jerry can full of water on the head. Quality medical care here, versus scarce, understaffed and poorly supplied clinics in South Sudan. Free public school for every American child through age 18, contrasted with South Sudan, where less than 1.9 percent complete 8th grade.| Virginia Kide selling charcoal |