A high price to pay

I'm sitting on the veranda of my friends' house and the rain has started after a very hot and heavy afternoon. It cools me down as I'm spending my 3rd week being ill with bronkitis followed by a strong malaria that has forced me into a second round of treatment, which I pray will now send the last parasites to hell. This has left me with plenty of time to probe questions regarding my choices in life. As a friend asked me today: 'Is there anything left for you to pick up or experience here'? Well I can think of a few nasty experiences that I have not yet dealt with, but overall it has been a TOUGH year!!

Nevertheless, life in Ouaga continues although at a slow paste at the moment, as I switch between lying in bed, sitting on the veranda or lying on the sofa. This will change I keep telling myself while dreaming of life back home, comfort, health, strength, good medical systems, etc. In Africa, I'm confronted with plenty of adventure and uncertainty on a daily basis, which makes life exciting. Yet at the same time there is a price to be paid. When confronted with disease this becomes all too clear.

Now I was supposed to write a whole long and clever section on choices of life and prices that we pay but my level of energy is failing me. To be continued!!