brown dirt
red man
yellow sweat
black hands
blue die
white shirt
This is Moktar, a friend of mine. We joke around together and study the Qur'an and go fishing and he lets me ride his horse. One day we were taking and this little girl comes up and was giggling with her friends. He asked her if she liked me and she said "No. He's red." I guess that's only fair, I mean, Black people aren't REALLY black now are they?
I eat rice cereal in my pjs. Why can't I hang out in a rice field in them?
4 comments:
You are awesome. Seriously. I like reading your blog - reminds me that I've got it pretty good here, even when I'm whining about something or another. How long are you in Africa for?
That is a classic response that the little girl had... almost as classic as the depiction of native Americans in the Peter Pan cartoon.
What makes the red man red?
And when did he first say ugh?
Are those bobbles on your hat? You silly Moptikaw you.
I think your blog more than others makes me miss Africa the most - that is, other than the lovely post of the unfortunate head/belly/butt trauma you had (and thankfully recovered from!)
Anyways, post the links that'll help us donate to the women's cereal bank project when you can. Maybe I can help promote it stateside...
Its crazy to think you've been at site for over a year now. Keep up the integration!
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