One day after a big rain Buba was playing in the mud and he’d churned up a nice pile so it looked like chocolate nougat and when he scooped a bunch into his hand it looked like chocolate nougat dripping off in clumps and when he threw the mudball, after molding it into a more-or-less spherical shape, it looked like chocolate nougat, light and fluffy, flying through the air and spraying across Yaya’s chest.
In colder climates kid’s get into snowball fights, but mud works just as well. The mudball rarely hit anyone directly, except for the one Buba threw at Ali Bojang, who got mad and stalked off towards his home, pointedly shaking off flecks of mud. Everyone got hit with the mud spraying off from the mudball, though, and no one besides Ali Bojang cared.
I wish I could've been a Gambian boy, just for that afternoon. The mud was glorious.
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