Wednesday, September 26, 2012

TINY TINY FISH HEADS: A POEM FROM AFRICA

My sister is a member of the Peace Corps, and she's peace corpsing in a town called Singida, in Tanzania, in Africa. She lives in a small, pink home with a cat whose name is Bertha.

Here's a little GChat poem from my sister, who would not have called this a poem, and who did not send this to me, but a friend of hers recently sent this to me and it is worth reading (Katie tells me there's excellent ginger beer out there, so I imagine this poem is best read with a ginger beer in hand):


katie:  and this sunday i felt like s-h-i-t and couldn't stomach being in the market in singida
literally almost threw up
outdoor market
meat hanging up
90 degrees
you know
so i have no food even from town except rice beans and nuts
and it jsut gets old
like no veggies in the mi
x
went out today in search of bananas
figured they'd get me through until sat when ig o back to town
no bananas
i hate it when there are no bananas
so i went to a little shop to get some dagaa for my cat
it's these tiiiny dried fish
and people eat them out here
and so i was like AM I REALLY SO ABOVE IT?
so i soaked them
and just tried sauteeing them
i screwed it up
BUT
they're still edible
it's not so bad
and it's nutrition
sooooo
here i am.
eating fish heads
tiny, tiny fish heads

Dagaa:




Bertha: 

Photo: Hello, new friend!

Singida: 

2 comments:

  1. Actually, if we're doing it true Katie style, there needs to be some rum with that ginger beer. Ghana Cafe-style.

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  2. She's a poet and she dint even know it.

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