I've been back in Gambia for a few weeks now. It’s been
great being back. I've really enjoyed being back in my own house. I don't even
know why I'm so glad to be back in my smelly, soggy part of the city, but
somehow or another I don’t know anywhere else I’d rather be. I’m going to try and be
better about writing about this place.
Today’s story- Toubab I lafita denaano? (Foreigner, do you
want this baby?)
A few days ago, I was walking home from work and I could
hear some kids talking about me from a little ways off. There were a few kids about 10-12 years old
and one of the girls had a baby tied on her back, probably a younger sibling
she was supposed to watch. One of the
boys was saying “here comes a toubab.
Ask it to buy this baby.” Then it became a song- “the toubab’s going to
buy this baby.” Then I got to the group of kids and I was presented with the
baby. They were going to give it to me
at a great price of 1 dalasi (less than a nickel), but I turned them down. I’m just not equipped for a baby, but I told them
maybe later.
Today, I was walking towards the road near my house and I
met a totally different group of kids.
These were a little younger and didn’t have the baby they were referring
to out on display, but they also asked if I wanted a baby several times. Weird new trend.
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