Once upon a time in the far away village of Feldunim, a baby rabbit was born. His parents decided to name him Hopper and expected him to be the highest jumper in all the land. After all, Hopper’s dad, Maxi, had won for the best jumper in his youth.
As years went by and Hopper learned to follow his father’s footsteps, something just didn’t seem right. Every time Hopper attempted to leap he would always stumble over his legs. He didn’t want to disappoint his Dad so he kept on practicing, but saw no improvement. At school the other bunnies teased him for being a hare that couldn’t jump. The meanest bunny of all, Butch, bullied Hopper like no other.
As Hopper grew older his legs became skinny and frail. Hopper’s family soon realized that he would never be able to jump like a regular bunny. Maxi was so disheartened by this news and no longer had faith in Hopper. Other hare continued teasing and picking on him for his scrawny legs. Hopper believed that he would live his life like this forever, as the odd one out. Eventually all the other rabbits graduated from school and went to the Bunnylympics while Hopper kept on trying but unable to improve on his jumping.
Heartbroken, Hopper runs away from his embarrassment. He crossed treacherous rivers and looked passed the pain in his legs. Hopper transformed into a confident and strong individual.
Before long Hopper came across a strange looking cage. As he grew closer he realized that it was his nemesis Butch, trapped in a poacher’s snare. Butch, weak and barely conscious whispered, “I’m trapped Hopper. Iv’e been trying to unhook the latch but my paws are just too big.” Right then it hit him. Finally Hopper could do something good for once in his life. His skinny leg was small enough to fit in the lock and set Butcher free. As Butcher was released from the trap he embraced Hopper with a hug.
As they made it back to the village, Hopper’s incredible story had spread across the town. Maxi was finally proud of his son for such a incredible achievement. Hopper realized the strength he held inside of him all this time. It shows that everyone is different and unique in their own way. He was a hero.
With Susan's experience, I learned how Sudanese tea and coffee is made carefully by the hands of a dedicated worker. Since the last hours of sunlight were approaching, we finished the mixture and let the tea brew over night and anticipated the result of our hard work. 
Currency Exchange for South Sudan:
I woke to the smell of beans cooking over a fire. It reminded me of camping, the calming sounds of nature and the smell of burning wood. Maruge and a few other villagers were already outside preparing breakfast. I started my meal with a hot cup of black tea. I was handed a boiling porridge called Ugali which was said to be made out of fresh picked maize. The next course, Githeri, was a mix of chopped corn, potatoes, greens and it was seasoned to perfection. I was told by one of Maruge's friends that this dish was invented and made by their tribe, the Kikuyu tribe. I was surprised by the large portion size because of the poor community they live in.
