I’ve always been proud to have served in the Peace Corps. Teaching in Sokoto was an adventure, a challenge. I learned a little about how others perceive Americans and I’ve always wanted to live up to that perception as much as possible. I’ve loved the memories of hills of sand turning to fields of corn almost over night, sweat-drenched days turning to cool nights, sleepy, crusty-eyed kids during Ramadan, dusty jeep-trips to visit friends and all the smells of the local market; surviving huge faux pas, spitting cobras, Star Beer, pepper chicken and ex-Pats at The Club. And now, realizing that those kids of mine are in their 60′s, and wondering what they did with their lives.