i am often asked why.

why Africa?
why not just stay here?
there are plenty of people to help here.

Yes there are. but i feel there is little i can do here. i simply do not have the drive to live here anymore.

besides, there is something crucial that i share with most of Africa, I am sure. actually with most of the developing world, probably.

i can't stand the west.

simply put, i am sick of the way i live. it is too much of what i feel i do not need, especially since i know of many of my brothers and sisters who are surviving (or not surviving) on barely scraps, barely a dollar's worth each day.

i feel the only extra things i can justify are my computer and my phone, because they are essential in furthering my work and research for the rest of my life.

i feel i don't even need my bed. maybe a pillow and a blanket, and i am desparate to sell the rest. i will be getting rid of many many of my books, some that i will never ever get to. my life has become far too busy. all the fiction i ever wanted to read i will likely not have time for. so many of these books will be sent off to tons of different people to enjoy, and to possibly hold onto in case i have any intention of ever reading them when i come back from this first trip!

if anyone visits my room anytime soon, and you decide you want something of non-neccesity or non-sentimental-value, then feel free to ask for it. i'm trying to live simpler.

seriously, ask for stuff. you might just get it!

love and peace or else, brothers and sisters!