January 2011
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A Conversation in Pulaar (Skin)
Me: Hello old man Sow. Good afternoon. How's the family? Are they in health?
OMS: They're in peace. They're all healthy. Except for me. I'm sick.
Me: You're sick?
OMS: Yes. Have you showered today?
Me: Umm...yes. I just showered.
OMS: You're always healthy.
Me: Sometimes I get--
(Grabs my arm and strokes it with his fingernails)
OMS: Your skin is so clean.
Me: Thanks. I told you, I just showered.
OMS: I want your skin. I want to wear it.
Me: What? Why?
(Trying to take arm away)
OMS: I'll wear your skin and I'll always be healthy.
Me: (Internal monologue) This guy is an effing whackjob.
OMS: Seriously. I'm not lying. I want your skin.
Me: (Internal monologue) Run boy.
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formspring.me questions (January #1)
Amber: at what age do girls get married in senegal? am i of marrying age?
Me: Too early. And gross.
MarieD: What did you get for Christmas?
Me: A black eye and a hoarse throat.
Steph: Have you taught your brothers and sisters the "My name is Mikael" song yet? You know, the one about the nickel.
Me: Not yet. But on it now.
Anonymous: are there any handsome people in Senegal?
Me: Duh.
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January 03, 2011 (Dune)
Bedouin tents. Creamy sand. Camel shit. Hot sun. Big sky.
Sometimes Senegal, you surprise me.
Sand boarding. It’s completely possible. Who knew? Come visit me. Seriously. I need a good reason to go back. My treat.
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