News spreads like wildfire here even without social media.
There are only a handful of foreign families in residence. Wherever we go, people stare. White people! Mzungu! Look! It's his wife! And children! They check out our shoes. They critique our clothes. The children touch our skin cautiously. Once, someone I've never met or seen called me by name on the street. This must be how Paris Hilton feels. For someone who loves to sit in the back row and work behind the scenes, it gets old. During a big ceremony, we were seated with the guests of honor. We didn't flinch at the many cameras and camcorders in our faces. Par for the course. The shock came 2 days later. A stranger in the market shouted, “Hey! Aren't you that guy I saw on TV last night?!”
We had our television debut, and didn't even know about it.