I've been working on the session on gender and HIV/AIDs for the World AIDS Day commemoration here, and I'm reminded why I can never work on HIV/AIDS. It's too depressing. OK, international development is a depressing field in general, but at least in most other technical sectors you don't have to worry about people dying all the time. One of the big gender issues is that of transactional sex, where poor women have sex to secure a bar of soap or a meal, or girls attach themselves to "sugar daddies" to pay school fees.
On a happier note, my relocation guy has finally confirmed that my stuff will be delivered tomorrow. Yippee! I'll be spending most of Thanksgiving weekend unpacking before I leave for my big Kenya/Cameroon trip next Monday.
MoBob leaves Burkina Faso for Morocco on December 8th, and it'll be funny to think that we'll be on the same continent but on opposite ends. I should make some sort of countdown calendar for his arrival. I emailed him today that I experimented with sweet potato casserole over the weekend and two gals from church served as my taste testers. MoBob is my most faithful guinea pig when it comes to culinary adventures but alas, he wasn't there. Tant pis.