Still kickin'

James just informed me that I should post at least a few sentences on this blog, assuring readers that the malaria did not kill me.  And neither has Nigeria.  Yet.

However, as I write this I realize that I have probably spoken to every single blog reader in the past three hours.  So you all know that I am cured of malaria (after one month of avoiding the doctor and then - finally - two shots in the bum-bum by a distinctly unsympathetic nurse).  Now the only excuse I have for not posting on the blog is sheer, unadulterated laziness.  But I would like to point out, in my defense, that a day of research in Nigeria requires a long recovery period and involves drinking of Coke and watching of bootlegged movies, not writing of thoughtful blog posts.  (Also, I am quite lazy.  But look James - I've written more than two sentences!)

So.  Here is my solemn vow: to try with all my might to avoid malaria for the next two months -- to resist the temptation of okadas, even though I love the feeling of the wind blowing through my hair as we weave around taxis and fly across potholes -- to continue my quest for those elusive things we call "documents" or "historical sources" so that I might one day write a dissertation (fingers crossed, people! seriously) -- and to eat many delicious and non-delicious Nigerian foods and report back to you, our dear readers.

And, finally, some photographic proof that I remain among the living:

(Learning how to plant cassava on the Iheanacho's farm, which is right next to our house.  I claim to be making plans for my own farm.  Abigail finds this fabulously funny since she's on to me and propensity for sitting around.  But I have big plans; I just need to buy a hoe and some seeds!)