My Swahili Adventure

Walking through grass painted in greens, my eyes caught a familiar face. "Habari Erica!" I shouted. Twenty feet away on a sidewalk decorating church street stood a friend. "Nzuri, Nicole!" she yelled back and smiled. My face lite up; I desired to dance over and ask, "Hujambo?" But I knew I'd be late for Anatomy if I did. Another time, I whispered to no one but myself. My eyes locked with Erica's as she read my mind. She smiled as her words came forth, "Sijambo Nicole! Sijambo." She was fine. And so was I.

-My quest to learn swahili:

Habari: a greeting
Nzuri: answering a greeting

Hujambo: Are you fine?

Sijambo: I am fine.