You know, I don't know why I have to fill out a 45 page security form for the government when there is a good chance that I won't even make it through the orals, much less through an exhaustive list of other candidates. I think it's just an exercise in torture. I have one more nasty little form to do today. Baaa-baaa-blaaaaaa BLAAAH. Yucko. You get my excitement. I have no interesting story from yesterday because I was filling out the form. I can't say, yeah and the I got to page 26 and Whew! What a crazy page. it doesn't work like that. I wish it did because I would probably have a more interesting day myself.
This morning I smell like bugspay. I sprayed the bejesus out of my arms and hands last night, then this morning when I felt a little itchy. I have no idea why it happens like this but mosquitos seem to get in our bedroom well after rainy season. We don't get them really *in* rainy season... you know when the mosquitos are around. anyway, it's annoying because in the day I forgot to fumigate the room and then at night there I am. You know that single buzzing in your ear or getting bit between your fingers? I hate that!
We went over to dinner at Abdulaye's (nearby carpenter) and Afsa (wife-lette pictured above) the night before last for some millet. They live in a one-room house. The owner of the overall building (there is a family living next to them in another room) is building a new house which Abdulaye says should be quite nice. But I didn't ask him if they will have more than one room or not. Many people only have one room as their house here who live in the cities. Omar Sy, the chuaffeur who takes me between Dakar and Tamba in his 7-place (station wagon), he lives in one room within a biggish house and there are 2 other families on the bottom floor living in single rooms too. You have the bed in the middle of the room and a small TV and their clothes and other affairs on the side. Abdulaye and Afsa have a nice wooden closet (because he's a carpenter, he can do that!). It's humbling going over there. They're both so sweet and they know we like how Afsa prepares her millet (it's very tasty indeed). Although Brook did get a scary piece of meat or entrails in his sauce which he kinda flung between his legs under the chair. They never ask for money or seem to see any discrepancy between our monster house with a trillion rooms only a couple of blocks from their one-bedroom house.
Abdulaye is about my age and they already have 3 kids. That's weird when I think about it. The last niblet they named after Brook: Bakary (his west african name). Although Brook thinks with Afsa's part of the naming was to profit from some gifts for the niblet from the toubab. She's a bit more opportunistic than Abdulaye, but only a very tiny way. If I were born a differnt person and in her position, perhaps I would do the the same thing. You never know.
Man, this bug spray smell is driving me crazy. Not a very poetic way to end this post, but I guess I'm going for the realistic, smelly ending.
This morning I smell like bugspay. I sprayed the bejesus out of my arms and hands last night, then this morning when I felt a little itchy. I have no idea why it happens like this but mosquitos seem to get in our bedroom well after rainy season. We don't get them really *in* rainy season... you know when the mosquitos are around. anyway, it's annoying because in the day I forgot to fumigate the room and then at night there I am. You know that single buzzing in your ear or getting bit between your fingers? I hate that!
We went over to dinner at Abdulaye's (nearby carpenter) and Afsa (wife-lette pictured above) the night before last for some millet. They live in a one-room house. The owner of the overall building (there is a family living next to them in another room) is building a new house which Abdulaye says should be quite nice. But I didn't ask him if they will have more than one room or not. Many people only have one room as their house here who live in the cities. Omar Sy, the chuaffeur who takes me between Dakar and Tamba in his 7-place (station wagon), he lives in one room within a biggish house and there are 2 other families on the bottom floor living in single rooms too. You have the bed in the middle of the room and a small TV and their clothes and other affairs on the side. Abdulaye and Afsa have a nice wooden closet (because he's a carpenter, he can do that!). It's humbling going over there. They're both so sweet and they know we like how Afsa prepares her millet (it's very tasty indeed). Although Brook did get a scary piece of meat or entrails in his sauce which he kinda flung between his legs under the chair. They never ask for money or seem to see any discrepancy between our monster house with a trillion rooms only a couple of blocks from their one-bedroom house.
Abdulaye is about my age and they already have 3 kids. That's weird when I think about it. The last niblet they named after Brook: Bakary (his west african name). Although Brook thinks with Afsa's part of the naming was to profit from some gifts for the niblet from the toubab. She's a bit more opportunistic than Abdulaye, but only a very tiny way. If I were born a differnt person and in her position, perhaps I would do the the same thing. You never know.
Man, this bug spray smell is driving me crazy. Not a very poetic way to end this post, but I guess I'm going for the realistic, smelly ending.
2 comments:
She's beautiful! Too bad you're not, and you smell. How's that for a really smelly ending, kitten?
yeah she is. Her husband is a looker too so they make a very fine couple. Don't think I have a picture of him. and yeah, it is too bad about me, but someone has to be the smelly kitten. It might as well be me.
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