One afternoon I went to watch the football game with Rugi, Adama, Mamadou and Omar. I was the only adult. The excursion could have been a disaster, but thankfully (and unexpectedly) the kids were pretty well-behaved. Their misdeeds were limited to climbing too high in the cashew tree, pulling off a wrapskirt (Rugi), eating an unripe cashew, throwing Omar’s share of the honey on the ground (they’d climbed a tree and somehow found clumps of beeswax and honey without getting stung by bees), and the usual pushing and shoving.
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