Anecdote

Yesterday I got home around 5 pm after school and such.  Not many people were home, but Moustapha was! I love that he still just insists on talking to (at?) me in Wolof.  He just talks and talks.  Anyways, he put his little jelly shoes on and told me that we were going.  No one saw us leave, he didn't tell anyone else, we just walked out the door.  He directed me over to the little boutique at the end of the street and we ended up going behind the counter and sitting on a little bench.  There was another little girl in the boutique about his age and they were very cute with each other.  Just being kids.  We hung out in there for a bit.  I still had no idea what we were doing there, but after a couple of minutes, the boutique guy gave Moustapha some bread with butter.  My words here don't really feel like they're getting across the silliness of this situation, but trust me, it was very funny.  I was just terribly confused the whole time and completely at the mercy of this adorable four year old.  When I told him that I needed to go home, he just said "toogal!" which means "sit down".  Eventually I just had to leave! I never would've done that with any other 4 year old in any other situation, but it just felt like it was okay. He was fine in the end of course, I just felt so weird about leaving him there! It was a very funny situation.

On a completely different note, my host brother Mohammed is in the hospital! I guess sometime last weekend when me and the parents were in Toubab Dialaw, he was in an accident on a scooter or something.  He's been in the hospital ever since.  It's excruciatingly difficult to get any information about it out of my family, whether that be the language barrier, or something cultural, all I know at this point is that he's starting to get better and that they don't know how long he'll be in the hospital.  Considering I leave Senegal tomorrow, I don't think I'm going to be able to say goodbye to him, which is a real bummer because we're buds! So, send healing thoughts his way!