These kids’ day was not much more exciting than mine.
We’re in the administrative capital of the state and I can’t walk more than maybe a kilometer without somebody suspiciously asking who I am, why I’m here, and, often, asking to see some I.D. And that’s without my camera. It’s been suggested I leave it in the room if I don’t want it confiscated and I don’t want to risk possible arrest, so I went for a few strolls and meanders with just my little point and shoot.
I got the usual stares and whispers/shouts of “Kuaja!” (white/Western fellow). A couple of dialogues. Somebody asked me how I was and if I am a lady. Saw a man taking a nap in a wheelbarrow beside two boys pumping water into portable petrol jugs. Got a shout of “Hey white man! How are you?”
The rest of the day I lay in bed or sat in the heat and read. Hum dee dum.