I don't know if I'm considered sacrilegious because of this title but maybe when I am finished with this blog ya'll will understand. I've come back from the land of forever connected and now am back at the bottom of the world – or at least Africa that is. I'm sitting in my cell block of an office after a hard morning of writing reports. Now, let me tell you how this alter ego of Prophet Marcus showed up. I'm living in a totally different town and even though it was the big city where I had to come for the past two years and get my mail, do my banking and send the homing pigeons out to Peace Corps on an occasional basis so they don't think I've disappeared into the bush, I was nervous because I didn't know the neighbors too much. Man oh man do they know me. Mozambique is a nation obsessed with two, well maybe three things. The first is Football, or Soccer, the second is 2M (Noel you know what that is) and the third is Brazilian Soap Operas. There is this new one that just started before I had left to the land of technology and it is called the Prophet and I look like the main character Marcus. So I have rechristened myself to Marcus, but let me tell you I still don't answer to it at first impulse. I think I have a certain Samantha McDonough to thank for the dye job. J The strangest thing is that I get some sort of preferential treatment because of this resemblance. I'm not sure if everyone actually thinks I'm a famous Brazilian Soap Star, but they sure act like it. I keep saying if I were Brazilian, would I have such a horribly foreign accent when I speak Portuguese? I don't think so! The other day though, I was by the mCel store waiting for a friend who was inside. He was taking a long time, I was getting hungry so I went into the store and there was dead silence. I got brought to the front right away, grabbed what needed to be done out of my friend's hand, got the number back that he wanted and left. All of this took place in the span of 2 minutes. The ladies at the desk were giggly and cute because Marcus the Prophet was in front of them. I had been waiting for my friend for 15 minutes, and he is Mozambican!
Besides the new found fame, I've enjoyed being back. I live in this cute little house. It's a tiny bit smaller than my other house and the yard is smaller too, but when you move from the suburbs to the city, what can you expect? I feel like I live in the white rabbit hole though. Everything is so close and compact. I don't have to go through my own yard, out the gate and then across a courtyard to get to my latrine. It's 2 minutes to the side of my house and I've even got a light set up on that side. I've got a two room little palm tree hut on one side of the house that has a light in it two and I'm going to get a plug put on that side of the house so I can watch movies on the weekend. I've started my first office job too. It's a little slow but that's normal in NGOs in this country since it is the start of the new school year. What's nice is there is a direct internet connection from my office to you all. So maybe I can put some more pictures up and a regular basis. Don't forget the prophet is now on Google Pictures too!
MP
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~Ian~
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