Some common sights I encounter on my evening jogs:

•Bright green and yellow school uniforms worn by barefoot children
•Rolling hills dotted with cows and goats, and acres of dark green matoke plants
•Huts and brown mud houses, brightly-colored clothes on the line.
•Abandoned school houses converted into churches
•Teenage boys, shirtless, playing cards and eating bananas under rainforest trees. Somewhere, the sound of a radio.
•Bicycles being pushed up hills loaded with pounds of matoke, rice, beans, pineapple, and wood.
•Women, men, and children staring at me, always staring at me. Most wave and smile. Some ask for money, for my sunglasses or hat.
•Around 6pm the villagers, the ones who can afford it, will start to cook goat on charcoal and wood pits dug in the fields. You can spot the black smoke a mile away.
•Women sitting sideways on the back of a boda boda.
•Children gnawing on whole potatoes and chatting in the local language.
•The African sunset…this is the best part, and exactly like what you’d imagine.