1/31/20 This one’s super nerdy, but there’s an important connection at the end, trust me. The lumbering half orc sprints forward to face the kobold crouched low to the ground. His hands grip a long metal shaft stretching downward toward a hardened steel axe head that is dragging behind him in the dirt as he moves. Muscles flex and strain as the half orc raises the weapon up in a diagonal slash, the weight of the great axe now several times heavier due to the momentum of the run. With a grunt of force, the large axe now connects with the small body of the Kobold. The sheer force of the axe’s momentum drives the martial weapon right through the evil creature as a screech can be heard echoing through the halls of the Kobolds lair. “Holy F*** Seabass. You just cut that thing in two!” yells Delves, a gnome warlock who sits upon the shoulders of a halfling rogue....
Looking out over a large conference room I can see the pained expression of the bridge workers searching my words for answers. What started as a simple health talk about how to protect yourself from the Coronavirus has now devolved into a lengthy discussion about the origins of the Coronavirus and quarantine procedures for Botswana. Their eyes rest on the brink of fear not knowing when the virus will come to Botswana, nor if they are healthy enough to survive it. I am not an expert. I am a 23-year-old Peace Corps volunteer living in a village in the Northern District of Botswana. I hold nothing more than a bachelor’s in biology and 7 months as a volunteer in country. I am a novice to the public health realm, my knowledge stemming from accurate online resources strapped together with duct tape and a newly realized passion for public health. The advantage to these fresh eyes is that I have no pre-conceived notions to the delays and struggl...
8/11/19 Many people have been asking what I’ve been doing while in Botswana and the further away I get from the start of my training the more difficult it is to answer that question. On the one hand I could just say. A LOT. In my mind that pretty much sums up the 2 weeks I’ve been here, but for the folks back home that’s about as helpful as setting up a mosquito net without any hangers (a story for another time). To try and understand the complexity of my brief time in the Peace Corps and the culture of Botswana, I want you to picture a city. If you picture Seattle you might think about the Sea Hawks, the Mariners, Pike Place Market and a thriving hipster community that doesn’t want any recognition. For me those are the superficial things you might see on the surface of a city. Go further now. Imagine memorizing every city street, corner and coffee shop in Seattle. Go even further. How do the people talk? How do they walk? What do people say to each other when they see a friend...
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