Now I am a rockstar.

Yesterday I went to the village after a long absence. I wanted to check on some fields I heard were trampled. It occurred to me that if anyone in the States has the urge to feel like a rockstar temporarily, they would be wise to follow in my footsteps. The children that live directly next to the river I cross to go home are as close as I will get to having a “following.” As I was walking, I heard some unintelligible screaming in the distance and soon there were 15 little kids running at me with their arms outstretched racing to see who would reach me first so I could grab them and throw them in the air (and catch them of course). Second and third place got to hold my hands for the 30 meter walk across their yard. The rest had the consolation of holding onto my shirt. As I said Kwaheri, they started in on their chorus of “BY-EEEE.” As I descended into the valley to cross the river, their high-pitched squealing blended into the sounds of nature. However, as I arrived on the other side of the river and climbed up the hill I again heard “BEKAH…BEKAH…BEKAH!” to which I replied by waving and blowing kisses (more for my own amusement- I am sure they didn’t know what I was doing). At this point, I knew I had obtained rockstar status… at least to 15 kids in a rural village of Tanzania.