A photo essay on the occasion of my birthday

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Yesterday was my birthday. It also happened to be the birthday of one of the only other expats with whom I work. In light of this, the President decided to visit Nyala and declared it a holiday. We were flattered, of course, no one has ever declared a holiday for us but then was a bit put out when he didn’t even have the courtesy to drop by. When he declared it a national holiday he added the caveat that if NGO’s determined to continue working then they would be considered in direct defiance to his orders. (That seemed a little odd to me considering that humanitarian organizations are feeding people, providing medical care, education, protection, etc. but now is not the time to quibble). So,finding myself with a day off I decided to chronicle all of the lovely events that made up the day and you’ll find those below:

A card from Fernandez...


I received a lovely Sudanese purse from Ashley...


Also a box made out of WFP food tins so my books don't get dusty...


My new laptop arrived from Khartoum...


Along with some cards from Khartoum and Ed Daein...

Comments

Anonymous said…
Finally! The world has come to recognize the true importance of July 12th. Love ya', Mom
8:54 PM
Anonymous said…
Happy belated Birthday, Kelsey!! I am celebrating you in spirit. Take care of yourself - blessings upon you -- Love, Dawn
2:29 PM
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