I'm not on a mission, I'm just here to live.

Two weeks ago, the headmaster of Mateves Secondary School "terminated" our presence at his school. I found out that last year one of the children of OHS attended Mateves Secondary School but was removed when her twenty-one year old teacher tried to hit on her and when she refused, she was slapped across the face. When OHS found out what happened, they went straight to the Ministry of Education to try and get the teacher in jail but he was able to pay off the officials with no consequence.

After teaching at Mateves for nearly three weeks, our coordinator received a letter from the headmaster saying that until the issue from last year was settled, we were no longer welcome to teach at his school. I think the headmaster feared having a bad reputation at the village but there is no reconciling what happened. One thing I've learned from this is that we live in a beautiful world, but there are ugly souls.

Last week I started teaching at a new school called Musa. It's been such a whirlwind, I find myself trying to find consistency but realizing it's impossible when life is so inconsistent.

Last Wednesday I went to a market with other people in my boma. The markets here are so overwhelming, there's just so much going on...hundreds of people, sitting, walking, standing around, animals for sale, music or maybe just noise, food cooking and clouds of smoke, cars trying to drive through the crowds of people...just everything at once. Someone yelled "thief" and all of the chaos merged into one. In the distance, I saw a herd of people with wooden sticks and gardening picks and other tools start running and then there were so many people they couldn't move, they were standing together, waving their weapons in the air. They caught the thief. A few minutes later, I saw two men dragging a third man by his arms and a procession of people followed. They disappeared down an alley but I knew that man probably wouldn't come out a live. I can't describe how I felt when I witnessed this happening...nearly forty people wanting to participate in the death of this man.

Everyday I find myself lost in thought, sometimes to a point where I'm so far out I can't find the end. At least now though I feel awake.