Sure, judgement and racism exists here, and I don't like experiencing it. But most of the people in Arusha are kind, open, and friendly. As I walked down the street today, a man on a bicycle smiled and gave me a fist bump. I could feel his genuineness—he was just being nice. He knew I wasn’t from here and wanted me to feel comfortable.

I took a tuktuk into town this afternoon, and the driver was warm and welcoming. He asked where I was from and wished me a good experience in the city. For my brief 5 minute ride, we smiled and laughed together.

The poverty in Arusha can be overwhelming, and affects many aspects of life here, in many ways. But you can’t say the people aren’t congenial. It’s endearing, and inspires hope. We have many problems to solve, but we can be pleasant and respectful to each other along the way. It will make the solving more enjoyable.