11/22/2018 4 Comments
She’s so hot and so dirty. So hot from the African sun that beats down on them. So dirty form the red dust that forms the field they’re playing on along the old train tracks.
There’s a bustling market across the street and many of them spend their days there, trying to earn a few Shillings. In the mornings, the lure of a football brings them to the field.
She hardly looks like herself anymore. I might not have recognized her if not for the big blue eyes and toothy grin peaking out of the flushed, sweaty and dusty face.
She’s come to get water and cool down a bit. She only arrived yesterday and hasn’t yet adjusted to the heat. And these boys are much older and faster so she has to work harder.
It means “slowly” in Swahili.
During our three weeks in Tanzania we were often encouraged to go polepole and things often happened polepole.
It can sometimes be frustrating.
But also quite freeing.