
After many hours of traveling in a stuffy, hot, suffocating trunk Pikachu finally arrived to the sun blistering, yet lush land of Mundri, s. Sudan. Even though the heat was still intense he was ecstatic to be out of the trunk and exiting the plane, to breath in fresh air, and see the sights with his own eyes. As he looked around he saw many dark smiling faces and heard warm welcoming greetings. “Mede miri” (hello to you), “Mikado” (are you good?). However, Pikachu had no idea what people were saying to him. All he could do was smile and wave and show the people before him that he was happy to be here. On the ride from the airstrip to where he would be staying he sat at the window looking out into the new world around him. They passed people on bikes, foot, and sitting by the road. He noticed people carrying large loads of wood or buckets of water on top of their heads. Near the road he also saw homes made of mud and thatch in the shape of a box. Is that what I will be living in, he wondered. Many bumps and ruts later the vehicle finally pulled into the compound that would be Pikachu’s home for the coming months. Before him was a nice cement block building painted a minty color, a tent, and a small hut (which later he found out is called a tukul). He was told that this small tukul would be his future home. He walked inside and an overwhelming sense of comfort filled his heart, he felt right at home.
