T*I*P

Dear Poor Blog Followers,

This week is the final week to finish up my community Diagnostic, which means I have procrastinated majorly, and have written a blog entry to the tune of K'Naan's T.I.A (This is Africa). Naturally it's called, T.I.P, (This is Perú). I promise, it is probably my last music venture for the two years. The rhymes don't all match, but if you know the song (and I highly suggest it, and HIGHLY SUGGEST you listen to TIA at the same time as reading this blog entry), it will make a moderate amount of sense.

Happy Early Thanksgiving to everyone, I love you all and hope you enjoy, will try to get a foodie-blog up for the big day.


T.I.P. By John William Meyer, Original Lyrics by K'Naan

I hope you got your passports, and cipro pills

I take families (and friends) on a visit anyday

They never eaten real guinea pig anyway

I know way all the volunteers and cheers say

Welcome to the moderate-sized town we call Jangas

Well students is paying attention likes it's Tuesday

Ah Youth from the Hood huh who say?

My segundo students will tell you how to algebra

My cuarto students are quick to grab the paint brush

Around here we make the middle-aged women blush

Colegio to Health Post in a Rush

So we don't really give a fuck about your excuses

This is Perú Hurray

TIP, Hurray, TIP, Hurray, TIP, Hurray

It means This is Perú, Hurray

You don't know how rainy it is here

The streets is cement in these parts here

You don't how crammed it is in here

There's twenty-two people in this combí here

You don't know how uncomfortable it can get here

I live with a random family in these parts here

You don't how dirty I am here

The town hasn't had water in a month here

Let's Go.

I walk with nurses up to Jahua ANYDAY

I've got nothing else to do ANYWAY

I know all the donkey trails here

Welcome to the continent of corruption

Where Fujimori used budgets as bank accounts

Where Peace Corps leaves quickly if a Chavez-ista gets won

No Internet
But many Volley Nets

With the cats and guinea pigs running all around the rooms these days

I deliver what they need like sex-ed lectures

I learned from the deadly streets of Middlebury, no regrets

And I wasn't ever looking for extra cred

But those streets bred me to volunteer

It's no secret we know how to speak Spanish

But Peace Corps sent me to a Quechua site

Used to be advanced, now I'm a beginner

And I read a lot cause I'm bored

When I walk through the streets like Shaquille O'neil

little children say ¡Hola Jhon!

The Jangas game just got itself a new gringo

This is Perú, Hurray

TIP, Hurray, TIP, Hurray, TIP, Hurray

It Means This is Perú

You don't know how rainy it is here

The streets is muddy in these parts here

You don't how confusing it gets here

I don't speak both languages in these parts here

You don't know how loud it can get here

There are a lot of religious festivals in these parts here

You don't how fun it is here

My incredibly vague job is to work with youth in these parts here

Ha, it's Profe Jhon. This is Perú. Ka-ka-ka-boom