For
anyone who knew me in the States, I think it’s fair to say that I absolutely
despised donuts. Just the smell of a
fresh Krispy Kreme, and I was ready to run out of the room. I’m sure all of my friends thought I was
crazy, but something about the thought of donuts was enough to make me
queasy.
Enter
Peace Corps Liberia and Zone Two of Pleebo.
In our first few days at site, we noticed how many people would walk by
the house every morning selling donuts.
You can hear them coming from a mile away, and it’s so tempting to just
let them pass by the house. Finally, we
caved and bought two…just to see what all the hype was about. Little did we know our lives were about to be
changed.
We
quickly learned that some donuts were better than others and that it is better
to buy a donut from someone with a full bucket than to buy the ones at the
bottom. A fresh donut is a better donut,
obviously! In time, we came to the
realization that one boy’s donuts were the best we had tried, and we decided to
make a concentrated effort only to buy from him.
Since
that day three months ago, Sarah and I have formed quite the relationship with
Jim. He knows that if he walks by our
house, we will more than likely buy a donut…or five. Ideally, we would like to think that we are
supporting an education fund; the chances of that are slim, but we can hope
:) In all reality, I think Jim sells
donuts for his ma every day. I’d
estimate his age to be anywhere from 12-13 years old, and he is one of the
sweetest kids we have met here. It’s unfortunate that he does not attend school
(at least that we know of), but that’s how it is here for a lot of children.
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Jim
is a welcome site when he passes by our house, and I think he knows this as
much as we do. Jim doesn’t judge
us. He simply understands what we need a
few mornings a week – the best donuts in Pleebo.
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