A story about my life as a white girl in the Capital city of the CAR.
My Bangui
I myself grew up in a small town far from the larger African cities. After 13 years there we moved to the capital city, just b4 my 17th b-day. Bangui was so different from what I was used to. I wasnt allowed to go outside our compound with out Dieudonne, one of our workers. I started out by hating it and being angry. My only outlet was Kisoro an African game that to them is like chess to an American. I spent hours playing with our day gaurds outside our front gate. We live across from a military base and some of the regular soldiers challenged me to a game to see how i did. Within a month I became friends with most of them and they became my life. My goal was to be friends with them all and help them as best I could by being a good friend. It didnt take long for them to "adopt" me as one of their own. Dieudo and I often joined them in a game of volleyball or in enjoying a movie.
Dieudonne and I often walked around the city in the morning. And I fell in love with the city with its dirty streets that were always filled with beggar kids. One in particular became my litte friend and he is forever in my thoughts. One, small little boy.
We always took one of two routes we had mapped out in our minds and as our walks became more frequent people we saw along the way began to recognize me easier and it became impossible for me to make a trip any where in town without someone recognizing me and stopping me to say hello. This opened up alot of oppertunities for my father to share the gospel with the people and I began to feel that there was a purpose for me in this world after all.
I was forced to leave that place but I swear someday I'll go back and visit all the people I learned to love. The one's who's faces visit my thoughts every day. Theres so many. And all I want is to see them again.
Favorite Sights: The view from the rocks off the sofitel.
The view from the top of the hill behind the catholic church.
Tasty Food: Gozo, sardines, mambele and kolongo and of course the fried plantaines.
Places to Stay: The sofitel, the rock hotel, ect.
Memorable Experience: Becoming friends with the people I consider my own.
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