It's raining so much in Owamboland that some schools have had to close. At least two of those schools are where other PCVs are teaching. They've become official rain refugees and have had to seek shelter. So Parker "Paka" came over stay with me my family last week. I wonder if this village is big enough for two iilumbu (white people).
Tatekulu briefly mentioned to me that we would give Paka a goat. I didn't really understand what he meant by that at the time. When Paka and I returned home on Friday, Tatekulu's ominous words were realized: We were going to slaughter a goat. The goat put up a terrible fight, I won't forget the sounds he made any time soon. While killing chickens is one thing, killing a goat is on a whole other level. My brother did the dirty work, I held it down and managed to get blood all over my shirt and shorts.
On Saturday we journeyed to Oshakati and experienced a horrendous lactose overload. We had some ohsikandela (a delicious yogurt drink), pizza, and ice cream! Onda ehama epunda lyandje (my stomach was in pain!) My dairy intake since moving to the village has fallen exponentially to zero. Can you believe it, someone who hails from the dairy state of Wisconsin is not eating dairy; it's like Superman without the sun. No need to worry though, I haven't lost my superpowers yet, I just need my monthly dairy recharge.
However, all good things must come to an end. So today Paka left, just as unexpectedly as he came. It appears as though the water has gone down a bit and his school might open on Monday. I never managed to get a photo of us together.
I don't want to leave you empty handed, so here's two random photos I like.
This here is my truck, got about two light years of mileage on it. I still think its best days are ahead of it.
Here is little Obi demonstrating how V=ExB. He's the devilishly cute master of electrodynamics.
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