I wish I took more pictures of everyday things in my travels, not just the landscapes or the sights. For example of the parafin lamps we had to use that I burned my thumb on every night because I can’t use a lighter correctly. Or the inside of the Land Cruisers I drove (seriously dusty). Or even the uniforms of the JetLink flight attendants! Something to aim for in the future.
I love this blog – all about African ingenuity. It’s so great to scroll through the entries and pick out things that I’ve seen, or things I wish I had. Some of the gadgets are familiar, like this handmade radio (and I am definitely using that idea for a lampshade when I move into a more permanent dwelling) and lamp. I actually own one of those lamps, purchased at the same exact traffic roundabout in Nairobi for the same exact price as the author! Probably because Simba’s Dad did the price negotiation, as I would have most certainly got the mzungu price.
But this story? Tugs at my heart. Not only does it give you an idea of what happens to all the clothes donated in North America and Europe to send to Africa (in Juba they were mostly sold on the side of the road using fences as clothes hangers), but what a story! Woman claws her way out of prostitution and poverty by re-sewing old wedding dresses into “Sunday Best” dresses for young girls? And now owns a home? This is what it’s all about.
Edit: the word “juakali” used in the blog literally means “hot sun” in Swahili and is used to describe both a person who does metal and woodworking for a living, and the work that they do.