Comings and goings

This year I’m not living with the nuns anymore which is nice. I go out more and I cook my own food. I was lazy about walking 20 mins there and back, but it has been very nice! In the mornings I fully wake up while I see the mamas (babies on the back and everything) setting the tables for whatever they sell on the road.

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Boiling up the cutlery to start the day with clean spoons

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Madmoiselle having breakfastMademoiselle having breakfast

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Children going to school

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Carrying water from the well

On the evenings the 20 mins walk back becomes 45-50 mins because it is a never-ending chat with absolutely everybody about how was your day. And no polite:”how was your day”-“fine thankyou” no no no… Juicy details are expected: lows, highs, people involved, whys, whens, hows, hopes for tomorrow and a few compliments for the little kids around who greet you as if there was no tomorrow. Very different than the walks from work to home in Canada.

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Madame who sells me sugar and soap

And if you dont take even a few mins to stop and chat with mama, ohhhhhhh you will hear about it the next day: “you were angry yesterday” with these offended eyes they give you. “I was in a hurry” and “I was not in the mood to greet every single person on the road” are not known reasons here. They just dont exist, and therefore lack all validity. (in a hurry? Who is EVER in a hurry here? Nobody).

IMG_7048Madame who sells me fruit

IMG_7052Dorine who says goodbye to me every afternoon when I leave the school (her mom sells water at the school portal)

IMG_7057The Beninoise version of donuts: always a temptation
on the walk back home

  IMG_7056Tatiana and Gladys, busy on their sewing machines as they are, they always have a smile to send me home with: Bonne nuit!

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