Taking it back
It’s not that often that I feel one hundred percent in control of my life here: I get talked into staying places longer than I intended, I get talked into going places I didn’t intend to go and I get talked into sharing things that I didn’t intend to share.
So, when someone breaks the lock on my latrine, the first thing I do the next day is head out to the hardware store, buy the part of the latch that I need to replace and, to the amazement of my neighbors, hammer the piece in myself, effectively repairing my lock in 5 minutes.
It’s the small things.