On the way to the market, where I was going to buy soap, the following exchanges take place.
Man on Motorcycle: Hey, Adama!
Me: I’m Binta…Good morning.
Man on Motorcycle: I thought you went to America.
Me: Adama went to America, but I am Binta.
Man on Motorcycle: So when are you going?
Me: Remaining less than a year.
A couple of minutes later I get stopped by a man in a car. There are actually several men in the car, but only the driver talks to me.
Driver of Car: Why did you not call to me?
Me: Hmm?
Driver of Car: When you walked past me, why did you not call to me? I was going to the market, I could have taken you.
I now recognize the car as the one usually parked outside of the pharmacy I walk past on my way to the market. I must have walked past it today as they were about to head out.
Me: Sorry, I did not see you.
Driver of Car: But you walked right next to the car! I could have taken you to the market!
Me: Maybe I walked right next to you, but I was looking somewhere else.
Driver of Car, containing laughter: You were thinking about your husband over there.
Me: Yes.
Actually, I’d been thinking about blue jeans.
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