Until Next Time
Journey of a Peace Corps Volunteer in Tanzania, East Africa.
Blast of the Past:
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From Khartoum, to Riyadh to Washington DC, my entire life feeding off the energy of fast living, tall buildings, overcrowded buses and b... -
My Wonderful Host Family. Successfully Put Up My Host Sister's Mosquito Net. Morning Walks to School with Our Very Own Vill... -
Women are gathered in an open yard, mounts of rice, vegetables, and aroma of sweet spices. Men gathered under a tree conversing over tradi... -
Bagamoyo, Tanzania When I returned to the U.S back in August from my four months of travels, landing in JFK New York City, I sto... -
Reflecting on the past year I am suddenly overwhelmed with happiness, sadness, frustrations, remorse, elation, it was not an easy jo... -
"If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears."... -
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... -
The oceans collapse and waves timidly kiss the shore. I think of everything being washed away, the mistakes, the heartbreaks. We... -
What I appreciate about Tanzanian culture is the hospitality. The ‘Karibuni’ (welcomes’), ‘Tahadhaleni’ (pleases’), and ‘Asa... -
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...
About Me
- Abir Ibrahim
- American-Sudanese by the way of Washington, DC. A recount of my travels and now a Peace Corps Journal.