Randoms: I chased a bat out of the building (naturally I shot video of it). We helped some people that had been in a car crash (well, Matt did). We saw more wild animals (elephants, hippos, crocodiles, etc) than I can count. Several people are sick. At least one has a serious phobia of bugs. The poverty here is mind-boggling. Our driver, Fred, is capable of driving in ways I have problems believing.
Our guide, Herbert (the director of Computers for Africa) can speak seven different languages.
I have also heard Waka Waka by Shakira more times in the past two weeks than I have heard since the World Cup in Africa. It is a very catchy song. But, now I can’t get it out of my head.
I think waka has something to do with light (light it up?) in Swahili, but I am not positive. I always associated waka waka with Fozzie Bear from the Muppets. He’d say it after every joke.
This, and the fact that so many here seem to speak several languages, also reminds me of a joke that Fozzie would like. I was told the joke while in Europe many years ago.
It goes like this:
What do you call a person that speaks two languages? Bilingual. What do you call a person that speaks three languages? Trilingual. What do you call a person that speaks one language? American.