in the hole, in the road

recently my travels in this land have been numerous, accompanied with:

3 blow outs
more flats than i can count
2 puking kids & their sick mother-in the seat with me
1 staring man
1 flip-flop cut in order to plug a tire
13 hours one way
50 cfa manioc flour; mixed with water to seal tire
off-roading in a bus
too many over-packed buses and bush taxis
the aisle seat: a fold-down plank between two rows
dirty black market gas
the good seat: by a broken window
gas shortages
passenger door nearly ripped off
999 speed bumbs, okay i don't know how many, but it's a lot
9,999 potholes and craters...

i will miss this land, but not this road

likitajo

does the fact that my mom, aunt, and grandmother are nurses give me the right to practice medicine? nope, but i do...sometimes.


















here i am cleaning a leg wound for this elderly fulani lady.

the man watching is my "likitajo" or doctor in training.
i leave him with some cleaning supplies and he takes care of folks' sores and such when i'm not around.

my expertise: sores & wounds. nothing else.
everything else is left in the hands of the real doctors and our Great Physician.

i enjoy loving the fulani by playing doctor. it is a blessing.