All I can think about right now is how stupidly expensive it is to get to Africa. I want to go help people, make the world better in some small way. It’s just annoying that money is the one thing that might keep me from going. If I am meant to go though, God will make it happen. For example, my Grandmother met this random person the other day that takes group of College kids to Tanzania. I have yet to find out how much it will cost but if that’s not divine intervention, I don’t know what is.
People ask me why I want to go to Africa and I honestly can’t give them a concrete reason. Perhaps superficially it’s because that’s the continent that is stereotypically associated with poverty. This is not without reason though. Most of the world’s poorest countries are located there. I just did a quick search for some statistics on this and the results were astounding. According to the United Nations the top ten poorest countries in the world are all in Africa (http://www.economywatch.com/economies-in-top/poorest-countries-of-world.html). Maybe the appeal is in the exotic and foreign nature of African culture. Whatever the reason is, I can’t pin it down. I just know that when I think about travelling there or research volunteer programs this bubble of warmth wells up inside me and it just feels…right.