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I AM WHO MY PASSPORT SAYS I AM

13 security checks. Thirteen!! The Nigerians take their security seriously for people boarding planes, but not so seriously that a single person actually goes through my bags. Thirteen different people confirm that I am who my passport says I am. They actually say, “Weaver Tanya – is that you?” and I refrain from laughing as I confirm that indeed, I am Weaver Tanya. If I had a fake passport, I sure wouldn’t take this moment to reveal it! Three look at my shot record and are happy I am vaccinated against every known tropical disease. Mary, the vaccine lady here at the airport, suggests that maybe I want her to [...]

2017-11-21T10:44:51+00:00

LIVING YOUR DREAM

I face a crowd of 250+ K-5th grade children at the American International School of Abuja and explain how they, through a run/walk they take a part of, have helped children by giving them livestock, school supplies, and medicine.  I can’t help but smile when I see their little faces showing excitement and wonder and I can almost see them planning how they’d do more during their next walk/run.  To finish the celebration, the children’s choir dances and sings “Living Your Dream”, inciting clapping and dancing from the crowd as we watch on. Super cool! With the sun getting hotter by the minute, Linda and I head out of the [...]

2017-11-21T10:40:52+00:00

10 HOURS

10 hours is a long time to kill, especially when you killed 9 hours only 1.5 hours ago.  But that is exactly what I am doing – reading, walking, reading, walking, stretching, eating, reading, walking. I knew Heathrow Airport rather well from my visits to Africa and now, I know it EXTREMELY well.  I know where every bathroom is located and I know which food I prefer.  I know which areas are always crowded and which have extra seats for nomads like myself.  I park my body and backpack in a quiet area and finish another book.  I watch people and am amazed by the variety, the colors, the textures, [...]

2017-11-21T10:38:26+00:00

SITTING IN GLASGOW

The train ride to Philadelphia is uneventful. I read and think and think some more.  I let my mind go blank and I breathe deeply.  Before the ride, we ate breakfast with my parents and celebrated Juju’s birthday a little early.  It was beautiful to see her light up when she received all the books she’d been wanting and I as I sit on the train, I imagine her reading to Aiden about the Land of Fang.  I can see his eyes gleaming, listening and asking questions from time to time, absorbing all she reads to him. I meet Ity and Ottie (not making that up) at the airport as [...]

2017-11-21T10:37:13+00:00

AFCA FEATURED AT INDY500!

Have you ever wondered how some nonprofits get represented in a big way, like on the Jumbotron at the Super Bowl or between races at the Indy500? AFCA will be featured in the 100th running of the Indy500 at the end of May! We received a call from the company that coordinates the Jumbotron saying that they had extra slots available specifically to nonprofits. From a marketing perspective, it was a little challenging to weigh whether this was the right event for a nonprofit that benefits children with AIDS in Africa, but when we considered the demographic that attends an Indy race and value of the spots, we realized that [...]

2017-11-21T10:33:14+00:00

BECAUSE LIFE HAS VALUE

What makes us do what we do?  What makes us value the life of a person we’ve never met and might never meet?  What is the difference between those who value the lives of others and those who don’t really bother to even think of others, but rather, focus on themselves? We ask these questions as we watch clips of Martin Shkreli and hear about his antics on TV and social media.  How does a person become so self-absorbed to the point where they feel no problem raising the price of an important medicine from $13.50 to $750 per pill? We see Mr. Shkreli smiling when asked questions about what [...]

2017-11-21T10:30:03+00:00

KILIMANJARO TRIP PART 8: BARAFU TO UHURU TO HIGH

Hello! It has been a while, so I'm finally getting around to finalizing my story of Kilimanjaro. This part won't have many pictures, for reasons you'll soon understand. So you're left to my description of it, and I'll do my best. I left off last time just as we were to "sleep" all afternoon, then be awoken at 11pm for a meal and a midnight hike. As I explained, I was nervous. I had been working toward this for over a year. I raised over $8000, bought and organized gear, got quite a few shots, selected plane tickets, broke in gear, trained...It was an odd feeling. Never in my life [...]

2017-11-21T10:27:19+00:00

KILIMANJARO TRIP PART 7: KARANGA TO BARAFU

Start of Day 5. Morning at Karanga Camp, 13,100'. At this point, every morning felt a bit the same. Drink a perfect cup of coffee from John, crawl into some clothes, some or all of which may be clean if I was lucky. We would often announce things like, "Hey everyone, I have clean socks/pants/shirt/bra!" if it was such a day. Fiddle with my blister, which although hadn't improved after four days of hiking, also hadn't worsened. Stumble out of the tent, gasp and the view, fight with hair, enjoy the hot bowl of water outside my tent to wash with, then roll in to the dining tent with empty [...]

2017-11-21T10:15:23+00:00

KILIMANJARO TRIP PART 6: BARRANCO TO KARANGA, EXTRA FOCUS ON FRIENDS

Day 4 begins. If I recall, my hair was getting dirty enough that it was eternally tangled. Each morning, my ritual now not only consisted of tending to The Great Blister of '15, but also fighting with my hair. For the first 3 days I had it in two french braids, a la Pippi Longstocking. I did this in hopes that it would keep it from a)getting totally filthy and b)keep it from getting tangled. Magically, it managed to tie itself in knots WHILE in braids. I think on this particular morning, I wrangled it into some sort of pony tail, frustrated. My journal is funny, I wrote that my [...]

2017-11-21T10:01:14+00:00

KILIMANJARO TRIP PART 5: SHIRA TO BARRANCO

Oh, the beginning of day 3 of hiking. Waking up and realizing all you have to do is walk and enjoy scenery and fantastic company was rapidly growing on me. I woke up feeling rested and not as smelly as I had felt the day before. Perhaps my nose was immune to the smell, or maybe we all truly did just stop stinking. Regardless, I was feeling pretty good when John (assistant chef) brought coffee to our tent at 6:30. I doctored up my blister, which became a daily ritual, layered on a few clothes and again, ungracefully stumbled out of my tent and saw this: Shira Camp front porch [...]

2017-11-21T09:18:02+00:00
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