funny with the jokes

Joke of the day from Chipa:
Person one: I took my wife to the Islands.
Person two: Jamaica?
Person one: no she wanted to go!

Bahahahahhah

Today I put on my new sandals and walked to the matatu to go to school. I got there, sat down, and then my sandal broke! The strap just came off! While I was sitting! So then I had to walk all the way to school (about a mile) with a sandal that wouldn’t stay on. It was very frustrating. Luckily the day before I had left my running shoes at Whitney’s so she brought them to class for me and I didn’t have to walk home with one sandal and one bare foot.

I went to school and had Kiswahili. I know about 15 verbs now and some nouns too. I can make some “beautiful sentences” as my teacher says. After class, Whitney and I went to the theater next to school because I saw a poster for a talent show being performed by orphans. I was really excited because I envisioned cute little kids juggling or singing or reading a poem. When we got there it was grown men and women putting on a play about marriage. It was interesting, but not as exciting as I had initially hoped, so I only stayed about 20 minutes.

On the way to the matatu I knew it was going to be hard to get a matatu home. The streets were so crowded that walking was almost at a standstill. This meant that everyone was trying to get home, and the busses were going to be packed, and there were going to be huge crowds of people trying to get on these already packed busses. I was right. The first 4 matatus that came were full and could only let on 2 people at the most. Every time one drove up, people swarmed it, making it impossible to get on. So when the next one came, I grabbed on to the bar by the door and just ran with it until it stopped. Then the swarm came, but I had a hand on the door bar. People still had to get off the matatu, while the people behind me were pushing harder to get on. I had to put my face straight up to the sky just so I could breathe. I did make it on though, and got a seat so I wasn’t kicked off. It was pretty crazy though. Some days when I get on I am the only one and we have to sit and wait for the matatu to fill up, and some days it is like that. I can’t figure out a pattern as to when it’s crowded and when it’s empty.

Poor Chipa is still not doing well. He ran out of painkillers last night and was pretty miserable. I was telling him about how in high school I tore the ligaments in both my knees and we talked about how frustrating it is to have to sit and wait to get better when all you want to do is go out and do things. So we had a nice little bonding experience while watching the Tyra show.