STILL no new notebook :(
-Woke up, sluggish, got everything ready, and mom knocked on
my door to see if I was sick… nope, just slow. I was just about to leave to
chill outside, too, hah.
-Texted, tried to study… outside, for two hours. Which I did
until I couldn’t stand the damn flies anymore and retired.
-Went inside, prepped lunch, ate all of my dried apples,
exercised, polished off my peanut butter, drew, studied the tiniest bit, washed
dishes
-Shoveled a path to my door since my brother demolished a
hut next to me that was unused and the leftover cement was everywhere. I also
small boyed some of the kids and my older sister who I really liked to help me
and gave them some candy for their services.
-Got down to business at 6 and made marshmallows again, just
like, 6 this time. Brought them to the market.
-Sped walked to the market, gave the ladies who sell
vegetables there and my dad a try. They all liked it a lot! It was fun chatting
with them and there weren’t as many people there like there are in the
mornings.
-Walked back, so many guys wanted to talk in English to me
but I insisted on responding in Serehule. Or I just keep on walking/ignore
them. Teenage boys can be really obnoxious here in groups, blah. They whisper
this PSSSSTTTT to you and it’s unpleasant but it’s the norm. It doesn’t affect
Gambians at all since they grew up with it but, shit, it rises something fierce
inside me. It just feels like it’s
harassment but it’s probably because they want to chat to me, which, 99% of the
times I DO NOT want to do with some random male stranger. In English. Call me a
brat but… they’re just sketchy sometimes. I am a perfectly happy conversationalist if they greet me rather than trying to PST me for attention :)
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