In the dark

"What could she mean?" you might be asking, as the title of this post has so many possibilities tied to it.

Maybe she means that she's in the dark about knowing who has right-of-way while driving in a country where the only rules of the road seem to be that there are no rules. This is made more challenging by the fact that the official two lane road actually has four lanes: one for pedestrians (and this runs both parallel and perpendicular to your direction of travel), one for the two-wheeled carts which are used to transport everything from grass clippings, to potatoes, to lumber all over the city, one official lane, and one that the guy behind you has made because he's unhappy with how slowly you're driving.

Maybe it's that she's in the dark about behavior of certain segments of the expatriate community, which, as judgmental as it sounds, appears to be here simply because they can get something from the people of Tanzania and that they, more than the Tanzanians, are foreigners to her. Maybe she means that she's in the dark about the sleep habits of a one year old (need I say more?) or how she will get through a whole year without ice cream.

I'm afraid it's much more simple than that. Everyday, each and everyday, we loose power. Sometimes the black-outs last a few hours; lately they've been lasting as long as 12-20 hours at a time. Even now I have just 12 minutes until the generator is turned off and I will be left sitting here, literally, in the dark.
-kjd