Ramadan in Guinea
Today is the first day of Ramadan. I should have thought about that before booking my ticket. I seriously hope I get sufficiently fed for the remainder of my time here.
I saw Sorel eating a piece of bread today though, so I asked Ali about it. “Why is he eating?” is about as advanced as my French gets, but yay! me for knowing how to say that.
Unfortunately, I didn’t really understand Ali’s answer, so I handed him my laptop and he typed in the little Google Translate box and then showed me the screen. I learned that after age 12 they must fast all day. Sorel is only nine. I will (hopefully, if I get fed at all) be eating with small children for the remainder of my stay in Africa. Since Sorel and Yamo are already my besties, this should not be a problem.
I was about to close my laptop when Ali gestured to let him type something else: “You are so beautiful,” Google told me.
What a charmer.
Update: Ali has since asked me to find him an American wife. Ali is a tall, dark, handsome, 20-something. He is an excellent acrobat, and clearly, a real charmer.