So today was interesting. It
started out pretty mundane, sotrama to class, bambara and French class, sotrama
home. That’s when it started to get interesting. First, a moto hit a kid on the
street behind me. I think the kid was okay, but I don’t know about the moto
driver. I hope so. I’m still not sure what I should have done. I just kept
walking, because there were a lot of Malians around me, and I knew I couldn’t
help, but everyone around me went over there, so maybe I should have too. I
just hope everyone was okay. Please let everyone be okay. Then, when I greeted
a group of guys who were sitting on the side of the street drinking tea, like
you’re supposed to, they asked me to join them. I said no, but they were very
persistent, so I agreed. I ended up talking with one of them for a while,
Moussa. He was really nice, but it’s hard to know intentions here. He asked me
for my number, and I gave it to him, although I’m still not sure if that was a
good idea. I guess we’ll see. Hopefully this decision won’t bite me in the ass
later. He’s been sending me super flirtatious texts since then though, so I'm not starting to think this might have been a bad decision.. He hangs out and makes tea on
the street along my route home, so I guess I’ll just have to see what happens
when I next see him. Hopefully nothing but friendship will come of this.
Keeping my fingers crossed!
Oh, Moussa. How
I miss him. Turns out, I’m really glad I gave him my number that first day. He ended up
being one of the Malians I was closest to on the trip. I always looked forward
to seeing him, and many times hung out and talked with him for hours on end.
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