Roommate: Oh, that's just my battery charger.
Amina and Kany: WHAT? You mean you can put power.. into batteries? Wait, YOU HAVE BATTERIES?! OH MY GOD, YOU ARE SOOO LUCKY!
how much do i love my sisters? can i make a massive generalization and just say as a whole, i love african children better than all the other kinds? politest girls in the world, super thoughtful, always giving me the first bite as soon as they unwrap their burgers.
my family now seems superhuge. i count everyone i love as a brother or sister.
har har har..speaking of superhuge! I'm sorry, that wasn't very nice.
this is my kitchen. mame mareme, age 1, and fatou cisse, age long forgotten, poundin' some god knows what for dinner
still pearly white
sissssters
and the stark poverty in africa forces us to share everything, even our gourmet donuts.
Uno with made up rules. "didn't you know? if you don't put your card down fast enough you have to pick up four more!"
curse the americans who think these make great gifts for children
"has anyone seen yvette?"
"I don't know, have you checked inside your pants?"
garage band! mama asked us to play some music on our computers. cona walks out with her souvenir drums and mandolin..
across the street from my house, nightly
SMORES
the day we did henna tattoos
we started off by demolishing this mountain of ceebu yapp.. mostly out of fear of the consequences of not finishing...
so after lunch we were all set to go until honorine pulls out this henna she bought in india. "would you like to do some henna?" WOULD I! turns out its a trap that means you cant go anywhere til your hands are dry, three hours later..
pass the time drinking tea
and lounging
and braiding
ok, so honorine never said she was a professional
look how much this baby loves me! i realize i look like im having a baby in this picture. time to cut down on the rice.
shoppin'
and oh yeah, MAGICLAND
they were scared crapless of that weird dancing white thing in the background
lets end on a high note
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