A Funny Thing Happened at 7am
So I had a hard time sleeping the other night bordem probably. The good news is now that my French teacher has left I can focus my attention on making new friends in the community...back on topic. So staring into the darkness or the inside of my eyelids (same view when the moon is not out) I could hear drumming in the distance. Bummed I had not been invied to whatever party at the same time knowing it would go till dawn or so (not that it made a difference I wasn't sleeping).
As the drumming and eventually singing grew closer I got curious. So I was up and trudging down a path in the dark trying to find who was having the good time. The best I could make out was a bunch of kids they came as close as my conessio's parmimater but never entered. The two reasons I didn't try to join them one, I was still in my PJ's and two I'm a bit of a chicken...next time!
Eventually I do fall asleep, and when I roll over it's about 5:30 and no one's up! Miraculously b/c it's a Monday morning and usually someone is pilaying the corn (smahing corn in a giant morter and pestal thud thud thud for hours) I'm excited thinking I can sleep in....wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong. The #1 wife whom watches over me the most starts calling my name a good distance from my house why she needs to talk to me this early is beyond me...anyway she has to pass my one, open, window to get to the front of my room to see my door is shut which means I'm sleeping or not home. Then she mumbles 'the door is closed' so I'm up but in no mood to talk to anyone.
In my half dazed consiousness I hear some kids in the distance half mumbling kinda singing kinda chanting. I start to wonder if they were practicing the songs from the night before b/c they were obviously younger then the kids I had already heard. Anyway, I wonder why they are not headed to school and insted towards my house...this quickly passes as I start to reconize the tune of this chant-like song. Briefly I wonder if its something I've heard before in other cerimonies in passing or perhaps one of the 3 songs played over and over at the "clubs" here. Then it registers the kids are singing "I live to move it move it, I like to move it move it" In plain English. (and for thouse of you who are not laughing histarically right now it's one line from an old popular song mid 90's I think) Ahhhh Guinea.
6 Comments:
Rasa sweetie,
trying like mad to contact you in Labe via phone not getting through. I will keep trying. This is so frustrating. MOM
Hi Rasa!
You've added inspiration to my day! As you know, it's a tough thing to come across in a cube.
You look great and I hope you are soaking up every moment of Africa. What an amazing experience! I look forward to hearing more stories.
with love from the Amazon,
Theresa
Yesssss!!!!! That story is amazing Rasa! If only you had gotten closer and joined in on the dance party. I swear I have us dancing to that same song on video somewhere...along with Mr. Matty Spice. You made my day again! Keep on rocking! In a few weeks, after I turn in all of my reports, I plan on sitting my ass down and writing you a letter. I hope the letters that everyone are sending finally make it there!
Much love,
Bex
Bwahaha! It's good to know that they appreciate quality music over there! Love the stories, Ras. I'm sending you big hugs and kisses from sunny Seattle!
Ras,
Pretty damn funny! It's about 2:40 am Thurs and I'm drinking a Budweiser, I just got done working for Jeff. What kind of alcohol if any do you get to comsume there? I'm just curious. Joe's home for good from the secret service, he quit begining of May. Lisa and family are moving to NC in the begining of June and Kari is about to pop her little girl Kaelyn out. I hope the #1 wife is treating you well. Take care,
Sara
Rasa Mooooofasa,
I 'm so sorry it took so long for me to get your blog address thingy. I have been thinking about you so much. I miss you like Mandy Moore misses candy. It sounds like you're having a great time. You are greatly missed. I can't wait to see you again. When are you coming back? Love you tons. Take care of you. Maria
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