For three years in Kenya, ziplocks were a rare commodity. It was one of those things that was always on the "America List" when we were headed back to the States for a
A parent of one of my students in Kenya recently posted on Facebook that her child's teacher told her to throw her lunch ziplock bag away. The child was adamant that she shouldn't. The teacher, new to Kenya, was adamant that it was garbage. In the end the child won because she knew her mom would NOT want her to throw her imported ziplock bag away. And Mom proudly posted her child's reverence for the ziplock on Facebook.
Now, two years out of Kenya, I live in Budapest. "Ziplocks" are not hard to find. Any grocery store, drug store, even IKEA have "ziplock" baggies. Double sealed! And on a Saturday I'm washing my ziplocks. Why? Habit. I feel wasteful if I don't. I know that little girl in Kenya is still saving her imported bags. "Chicken" is still in permanent marker on some of ours. I will admit I've thrown a few away that I wouldn't have in Kenya, but I've certainly washed most of them.
Saturday I was washing out a ziplock bag and realized... Kenya taught me so much, even the simple value of a ziplock bag.