Like being the movie premiere
There is no such thing as privacy in backwoods Africa. If I needed to change clothes, I had four little kids staring at me from outside my tent. If I wanted to bathe, I had half dozen people keeping me company even when I signaled it was time for me to dig the sand out of my bottoms which I prefer to remove when taking a bucket shower. If I needed to pee on a road trip, anyone passing on the roadside would not even think about looking away but rather I was expected to wave and make polite small talk while going about my business. If I wanted to read a book alone? Forget that. At one point, I counted an audience of thirty people on Nyangai Island watching me read.
I finally had to ask why the fascination as it was just comical to be of such interest. Magdalene of Nyangai said it was because they found white people so beautiful and they weren’t used to seeing anyone from the outside. Call it third world television.
Momo & friends keeping me company while I attempt to put on underwear
Nick & Tanja trying to read with an audience
Got a pee? Want company?
