One night Kairaba returned from the mosque and greeted us with “Good evening! How is the cold weather?” And Sellu replied, “The cold weather is not here.” I think a more apt response would have been a sarcastic “ha-ha,” so I should learn how to say that in Pulaar.
And on a different evening:
Mamadou: It is cold here.
Me: Cold?
Mamadou: It is not cold here.
Me: Yes.
Mamadou: But tomorrow afternoon it will be cold.
Me: Tomorrow afternoon?
Mamadou:: Tomorrow afternoon.
It wasn’t.
Not even a little.
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