Sitting down at this computer, trying to write this blog after watching White Chicks with Mama Joyce and Hope and eating the largest avocado I have ever seen is definitely mind boggling. It's reminding me of much my life has changed within the span of a week. Racing uptown from Times Square with my friend avoiding the large puppets pulling us in for pictures, blinded by the seizure inducing lights and almost trampled by the hundreds of people leaving the subway station seemed so normal not so long ago. Here, it's like the world has slowed down. Kids play together on the sides of the road and adults stop their work to greet each other. Church songs and Mosque prayers ring through the streets. Goats, cows, chickens, and dogs roam. Everything has its own rhythm and together, a harmony is created. But, that's sort of a glorified way of putting it. There have been riots, increased taxes, a rebelling youth, and a corrupt Parliament. And the inspirational aspect of Mbita is that the community stands together despite different religious beliefs, tribes, and socioeconomic status...[CONTINUE READING]