It’s a whole new world. That’s what my parents thought when they set foot in My Village. Unlike the city where I have been living, My Village is more like you would picture Africa to be, with mud huts and animals (but just domestic ones like cows, donkeys, goats, sheep, chickens, dogs, cats, etc.) wandering around. My mom said that when they were sitting in My Village, it really hit her that they were in Africa.
Even for me, it’s a whole new world out in My Village. Even though it’s closer to the city than some of your houses may be to your work places (around 50 miles), life there is so different. What you wear, what you eat, what language you speak, what you talk about, what you think about, and so on is so different than it is in the city. I’m glad that I’ve become accustomed to life in the city so that I know how life works here and I can use the city as a break where I’m comfortable when I need one. Having become accustomed to life in the city is also a “trial run,” you may say, for getting used to life in the village. I know that life here has become normal, so one day life there will become normal as well. Life with no electricity, running water, or brakes on your bike. Life with two bucket showers a day but only one main food that you eat three times a day. Life where you can only buy your groceries once a week and there are no fridges or freezers to preserve the food in (though when I get my own house with solar panels I’ll probably have one). Life that’s just a whole new world.