Until Next Time
Journey of a Peace Corps Volunteer in Tanzania, East Africa.
Blast of the Past:
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How you see a country depends on whether you are passing through it, speaking the language, living in it. How you see a country depends on... -
I skipped out this weekend on what would have been my first annual car-race event/full-moon party in Tanga. Apparently this 30-year old tr... -
Reflecting on the past year I am suddenly overwhelmed with happiness, sadness, frustrations, remorse, elation, it was not an easy jo... -
Voices of Maasai Arusha, Tanzania Wamasai Shule ya Msingi translates to Massai Primary School. Last summer (2012), Georgetown Uni... -
Al Khartoum Bahri, Sudan My undergraduate career has finally come to an end. I searched the web on "how to survive in the real ... -
I had just finished my last final exam at university. A couple of hours later I was at the airport on my way to Sudan. The summer... -
Women are gathered in an open yard, mounts of rice, vegetables, and aroma of sweet spices. Men gathered under a tree conversing over tradi... -
Thirty days left, and I have been trying to muster enough motivation to mentally come to terms with my leaving for twenty seven months.... -
My Darling. Laundry Day! Mama helping me wash clothes by hands. Washing Dishes like a Pro. Maandazi...Tanzanian fried dount... -
The oceans collapse and waves timidly kiss the shore. I think of everything being washed away, the mistakes, the heartbreaks. We...
About Me
- Abir Ibrahim
- American-Sudanese by the way of Washington, DC. A recount of my travels and now a Peace Corps Journal.