Monthly Archives: October 2012

Konyagi Prom

This past Saturday was kind of a big deal here in Mwanza and was also a rite of passage for me.  Mom, Aunt Amanda, Jill, and Al hosted the Konyagi Prom at my house so it was my very first Prom.  I chose mom as my date, which I know may be a bit nerdy, but she’s my favorite woman after all.

My tie matched mom’s dress

But, I’m getting ahead of myself in the story of my first Prom.  Jill and Al are married and they’re staying with me, mom, and Aunt Amanda for a few weeks.  Even though Jill and Al are married, Al still had to formally ask Jill to the Prom and he used BlackCat to do this, with my supervision of course (Cats can’t be fully trusted to complete tasks like these on their own).

Alan wrote Jill a poem and attached it to BlackCat with a ribbon.  After careful consideration, Jill accepted Al’s invitation and they became official Konyagi Prom dates!

Jill accepts!

BlackCat delivers the invitation

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My women (Jill, mom, and Aunt Amanda) went all out preparing their dresses, hair, and makeup, while Al was in charge of decorations.  I must say, they did an AMAZING job.  Mom even made sure that I was dressed for the occasion in a tuxedo and turquoise tie.

Matching my momma, would you expect anything less?

My fancy schmancy outfit

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We set up a nice balloon arch at the entrance to our house, which is apparently what happens at Proms in America (mom really should have prepped me a little more for this American cultural tradition since I am American after all and this is the first I’ve ever heard of anything called a Prom!)  Everyone posed by the balloon arch for photos as they arrived so that we could remember the night forever.  The hosts (me, mom, Aunt Amanda, Jill, and Al) all got our photos taken here as well.  Aren’t we a good looking bunch?

Family portrait!

Konyagi Prom hosts!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Over the course of the night, I had the chance to meet tons of new friends and also carry on flirtations with several pretty ladies as well.  Miss Miranda was one of my new friends, but then Miss Megan starting flirting with me…

The flirtation between me and Miss Megan begins

My new friend Miss Miranda

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And then there was the dancing!  Wow!  My ladies sure can move it on the dance floor and I didn’t hesitate to join them!  They played all my favorites: “Call Me Maybe”, “Party in the USA”, “We Found Love”, and more!  I was super excited when my crush, Miss Megan, asked me to dance with her (I’m blushing).

Dancing with my new crush, Miss Megan

Kicking up a storm with the ladies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And then there was “Gangnam Style”.  Oh god.  Apparently this song is big in the US right now, and maybe everywhere else too, except for Tanzania (We always get everything about 5 years too late here).  Mom, Aunt Amanda, and Megan, for some reason, felt the need to show everyone at the Prom the ridiculous dance that goes along with this song.  If you’re not familiar, here’s a link to the video (be prepared to be amused, also if you haven’t yet seen this and you live outside of Africa, you must be living in a hole): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bZkp7q19f0.

I don’t normally get embarrassed for mom, but honestly, did she HAVE to do this ridiculous dance with Aunt Amanda and my new crush Miss Megan?

Seriously mom, please stop

All that dancing and flirting made me tired.  I haven’t been working out as much lately and my stamina is not what it used to be, so I decided to take a bit of a nap during the party…

Excuse me for a moment while I rest my eyelids

…And next thing I knew, it was 1:30am and everyone was leaving and the house was a disaster-zone.  But that’s a sign of a successful party, right?

The next day, I was still pretty tired, but I had to do my lap around the house to survey the party damage.  Overall, it wasn’t too bad, just some forgotten beer and Konyagi punch.  Also, thank god for Agatha!

Well, that’s just an unfortunate waste of beer

Mom calls this, “Nursing a Hangover”

 

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The Battle, a Postscript

Today mom was cleaning her room (Newsflash: this NEVER happens) and she found the tiny baby of the cockroach with whom we did battle last week.  Apparently it died because it missed its mom so much after we killed her.  Just to give you another idea of how huge the momma was, here’s a a photo of the baby that mom found today:

The dead baby cockroach next to mom’s hand

Now I’m gonna have cockroach nightmares after this reminder of our battle with the nastiest bug ever.  I think I’ll go hide underneath my stuffed animals for a while…

 

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Battle of the Bedroom

Last night mom and I had an epic 6 hour battle with the biggest cockroach I’ve ever seen.  Let me tell you, that sucker was HUGE!  I’m talking the size of a mouse huge.  It was so big, I was afraid of it.  It was so big I could hear the patter of its little feet as it scampered about MY room.

We didn’t get a photo of the ACTUAL cockroach, but this gives you a good idea of the size

I was the first to spot this disgusting intruder.  I alerted mom by letting out a low growl and staring down the creature as it ran from underneath my bed and across the room to hide underneath mom’s bathroom shelf.

 

At 10pm mom got up to go to the bathroom and I accompanied her as protection against the evil cockroach.  It was then that mom noticed that the cockroach was stealthily climbing up the wall of the bathroom behind her.  What mom did next was the fiercest thing I’ve ever seen!  Wielding just a shower head, a butt washer, and her iPhone flashlight mom battled the vicious cockroach.

Our weapons:

Cockroach Weapons: iPhone flashlight, Shower head, Butt Washer

Using these weapons, mom dislodged the cockroach from its perch on the wall, forcing it to floor of the bathroom.  She then sprayed it from both angles with the shower head and the butt washer.  Once it was a safe distance away, she proceeded to drown the cockroach for 5 minutes until she was sure that it was good and dead.  At this point, we were both feeling safe so we went to bed.

At 4am mom woke up to go to the bathroom and, lo and behold, that damn cockroach was STILL alive and had made its way to the far end of the bathroom.  So again, mom wielded her weapons and forced that cockroach back towards the drain, again attempting to drown it.  This time, mom wanted to make good and sure that the cockroach was dead so she also sprayed half a bottle of permethrin directly onto the cockroach and then drowned it some more.  Last but not least, mom grabbed her flip-flop and beat the cockroach to a pulp ensuring that it would never come back to haunt us again.  That woman has mad skills!

And there ends the epic story of our 6-hour battle with the biggest cockroach either one of us had ever seen.  BRING IT.

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Haikus from a friend

Mom’s super duper friend Colin, aka The Fiesta Chicken, wrote some haikus for me yesterday and they were so great I thought I’d share!

Here’s my favorite, since it’s all about me:

 

And here’s another one too:

 

So I’m feeling pretty special, having haikus written about me and all.  And if you want to read some more fun haikus by The Fiesta Chicken, then you should click here: http://haikududes.tumblr.com/.  Be prepared to laugh.  I sure did!

That’s me, laughing.

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Africa is Home

Yup, Africa is my home, which is probably why I haven’t been posting much lately.  You see, once you get into a routine and make a place your home, it all just seems so normal and ordinary.  It’s interesting how one dog’s “extraordinary” is another’s “ordinary”, isn’t it?

Africa is Home

So what is ordinary for me, you ask?  Well, every morning I wake up on my TanFoam mattress after a (usually) good night’s sleep.  What might disturb my sleep: only the occasional power outages that kill our fan.  And the fan, well it kills two birds with one stone: it cools us off in the sticky African heat and it provides white noise to drown out the howling dogs, mosques, roosters, loud music, and other varied nighttime noises.

Oh yeah, I also disembowel stuffed animals on the bed, too

Most days my mom leaves me early in the morning to go to work and I get sad.  Mondays are especially bad since I’ve just gotten used to having mom around over the weekend and then poof, come Monday she’s gone again.  But at least I’ve got Agatha, my house girl, and Twiga, my kitty, to keep me company during the day.

Bros for life

When mom finally gets home from work, the exciting part of my day begins!  We always go on a walk around our neighborhood of Isamilo.  On every single one of these walks I’m haggled by passersby about what kind of animal I am or if I’m available for the taking.  Luckily I’ve gotten used to being the weirdo here in Mwanza so these comments just roll off my back as I trot along.

Keep on keeping on

When we get home from our afternoon walk, it’s usually almost sunset and since we’re nearly on the equator, the sun rises and sets more or less at the same time every single day.  The sun sets fast in Africa so if you’re not quick you’ll miss the beautiful sight!

Quickly setting…

The vibrant African sunset

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And there you have it, a play-by-play of my daily life here in Tanzania.  Not so extraordinary when you’ve lived it for more than 9 months.  I bet you don’t think your daily life is very interesting either, but I’d beg to differ.  I’ve been in Africa for so long that I can’t even remember America.  Mom says it’s cold there and that there’s a thing called snow, but I don’t recall any such thing.  America and its snow sound exciting and adventurous, but then again, everyone says the same about living in Africa.  So I guess it’s just change that makes life interesting, huh?

I reckon I’ll need a new snowsuit when I get back

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