Back before the rains came Sinni told me, “Binta, choice ma arri jooni.”
Not realizing she was mixing English with her Pulaar, since Sinni doesn't speak English, I assumed "choice" was a Pulaar word I'd never heard before. So I tried to figure out the meaning of "choice." In the context of the sentence, "choice," was something of mine that was coming soon. Hmmm...
I tried to ask Sinni some questions to learn the definition of "choice;" Rugi overheard and decided to help. She shouted, "Your choice is your friend!" but Sinni said, "No."
Then Sinni remarked that the cold weather would be coming soon. I tried to think how cold weather related to my belongings or to friendship (even though Sinni had answered "no" to Rugi's translation, I still assumed Rugi was on the right track). Sinni continued and asked, "Don't you think cold weather is better than hot weather?" and suddenly I understood. Cold weather is my choice! And Sinni knows more English than I thought!
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