The temptation of Eve

Arriving in Gulu after being reunited with my family for the holidays in places where capitalism is at work kept my right brain busy.  It is my first experience of the dry season here (November to February) and Gulu is peppered with rust-colored dust. Nostrils

and eyes get dry, skin and heels crack, and yellow fever, malaria, and meningitis are said to be in theair. I thought that this climate could be the impetus to re-think my placement and go back to  

my comfort zone. I venture that more than a few volunteersgo through this stage.
The ambience of Gulu, even at my first impression, is very much like the place where I grew up and until the 1970s when I would return for visits:  small stores, oil lamps and candle lights, laid back attitude of the people, the quest of parents for better education for their children, garbage and poor sanitation, church festivities, presence of volunteers (we had a number of Peace Corps volunteers then in my town), thatched houses, bad roads. My living condition now has similarities too:   unbalanced diet of basic food on the table, predictable wardrobe, limited entertainment and socializing, and most activities are at one's leisure. My right brain was flashing images of scenes of the city life I left behind:  vibrant shopping malls, me at the steering wheel, ego-tripping and blue-skying with friends, sea foods and other random jpegs.  

I will sleep on it so I can listen to my left brain.