My brother Po is going to Kenya to build latrines. Its part of a big crazy philanthropic engineering project club he’s involved in. Kenya’s a third world country in every sense of the term, a big ‘danger’ on the travel warning list. It’s just utterly amazing, my brother is saving the world one shitter at a time. When he returns he’ll intern at a company to design nuclear power plants, which is kind of a shitter. But that’s another story.

To illustrate the third-worldness of Kenya, he told me that they have fiber optic cable and cell phone service in the village he’s going to, but no running water or latrines. I somewhat coarsely speculated what a cell phone call would be like in this village:

*ring ring*
“Hello?”
“Hey Matunde, it’s me. I’m fucking thirsty.”
“Yeah, I hear ya. Hang on a sec, let me bury my crap in the sand.”

Go lend a hand, Po MaN!