One less mzungu in the village
We were ready. Truthfully, we'd been ready for two hours. The invitation to Sandra's farewell party said from 6pm . It was now 8pm, no one had come to escort her to the party and we'd started listening to the Dixie Chicks to keep the mood up (James' choice). I was starting to doubt anyone would come to collect Sandra. Maybe they would just have the party without her. Weeks ago, a committee had taken over the planning of Sandra's goodbye sherehe. She had wanted a small affair for some of her colleagues, friends, and the people whom she had grown close to during her year in Nyangao. But that is not the Tanzanian way. Parties are scheduled, ticketed events. End of. The committee chose the date, the venue, the caterer, the DJ, the decorations - we just paid for our cardi (entrance ticket) and waited for Sandra to be driven to the venue. Except that was two hours ago and there was still no sign of a party starting. We sent James down to the village to scout out ...