I spent the afternoon having impromptu info sessions around town with Tuma. What started out as an hiv informational discussion with this baba in a soccer field soon turned into a group of 60 men and women. people are always interested and curious, and everyone is ridiculously nice.

things i love in the morning:
perfect smiling faces shouting "good morrrnnnnnning emma!!!!!!"
milk tea

today there were two dead chickens sitting on my porch. I almost stepped on them. meh

the more people have, the more they seem to complain.
Little Samuel--my homestay baby-- crys and screams non stop. this child is very spoiled; every object taken from his hands results in a scream. Meanwhile, little Ramadan from Frank's homestay is playing in the dirt outside. Ramadan never seems to be upset, and Ramadan has nothing but the ground to play with.

common misconceptions about h.i.v in rural Babati, TZ:
--its unsafe to buy things from an infected person-- some random surveys we did around town reported that people would not buy from an hiv + fruit vendor.
--hiv is put in condoms when theyre manufactured--thats what you see when you put one outside in the sun. no, its lubricant.
---hiv is a punishment from God.

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