As he walked in, the first thing that crossed my mind was "Oh! He's from Kenya (I could just tell. Don't ask...)! I hope he has an accent". Honestly.
I. Got. My. Wish.
And I have never been so attentive in class in my LIFE. I was hanging on his every word as he described his life in Kisumu, Kenya; his education at a Christian university in Nairobi; and his education at a school in Ohio where he got his Masters and Doctorate degrees; and many other interesting topics in a very thick Kenyan accent.
After class, I went to go talk with him to hear more about his life in Kenya as he suggested. He asked me if I had ever been to Africa and upon my telling him that I am going to Ethiopia in June or July and that I fully intend to live in either Ethiopia or Kenya post graduation as a missionary, he got very excited and asked me other questions (in his Kenyan accent, might I add). I told him that I am going to be taking Swahili (as soon as I can afford it!) and he taught me my favorite verse in Swahili (yeremia ishrini na tisa nambari kumi na moja) and complemented my pronunciation and accent.
I almost died.
Right there and then.
In case you are wondering, I fully plan to marry a Kenyan (or Ethiopian, for that matter) man. He can read Redeeming Love aloud to me. Favorite book + husband with stunning accent reading it out loud = one very happy Margie.
(You're welcome for the punny title, by the way.)
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