You know you have lived in Africa for a few days when……….

You are driving down the road and you hear a random African on the back of a zemidjan yell your name. As you glance in their direction you notice them vigorously waving at you. You take a few seconds to see if you recognize the person who is admiring you and you quickly realize it is your old patient.  This happened to me two different times today.

One would think that living and working in a city equipment with nearly 750 thousand people would make it rather difficult to run into old patients on the street, but it happens more often than not. I guess it could be my Yovo colored skin, or the big Mercy Ships Land Rover that I drive, or maybe even the ceil blue colored scrubs I am constantly wearing that draws the attention , but I like to think that it is my unique personality and dashing good looks that has made it so easy for them to remember me and my name.