Too little time for The Tailor to be messing with my Clothes! (Tuesday)

 After going to bed after 3 in the morning because of a lovely Skype conversation with a loved one, and waking up at 7, you know I was tired in French class. But I pushed through and it went well.

After French class, I went into town with Coumba to go to the tailor’s to pick up my outfit. One part was flawless just that I wanted it tighter – but the other, well let’s just say nothing was right with it. I was so upset, I was like this must be the first draft -_- where is the real thing. Of course since he had to take in all my alterations and advice and new sketches of what I wanted, I left empty handed with the promise that it would be ready on Wednesday. Hmph, so much for efficiency, I hope it’s perfect then because I really don’t have the time and money to keep travelling there to leave with nothing.

Literally my face when I saw the horrid outfit

I had to take a taxi back to reach work on time. Amira was already there when I came and I shared my horror story of what the tailor did with the outfit. I had enough crying babies on my hands, without my twins (who I still miss terribly) and in the heat, work was pretty tiring. Before I knew it, work time was over – this is how all the days fly by, I swear. Amira and I found no begne altho this lady on the road was making some similar looking balls but those were from beans – and we didn’t exactly trust beans, from the roadside. She hopped into a car rapide and I decided to take the 50 min walk home – I haven’t done casual walking in a while.

There was only blip in my walk home. I was passing by the University (20 mins into the walk) and some guy taps me. He bursts out laughing and I’m looking at him like who are you? And I held onto my little Jamaica bag a little tighter. I tried to decipher what he was saying between all the laughter and his line was that I looked like someone he knew from the university. I just said oh, well I’m not and tried to move on. He held on to me and I immediately batted his hand away - but he laughed again as if nothing happened and asked for my number. I was so disgusted by his twisted mind – he was scaring me on the roadside (me trying not to get robbed after Zhaoyi getting robbed) all for my number? I really had a no nonsense face on being all hot and miserable and in a rush – and with that I said No, I have to hurry to somewhere, GOODBYE.

A minute later, I heard someone yell “Chantelle” – I literally let out a tiny high-pitched shriek. It was a real busy road as everyone was trying to get home to break their fast, but I hadn’t expected to run into my Wolof professor. I sighed a huge sigh of relief seeing him and told him I was arranging my last visit to WARC this Friday to say my official goodbyes to everyone. With no more strange greetings from strangers, I arrived home safely.

Remember the Wolof prof? He likes to walk a lot.

I reached home in time for some of the food preparation and we soon after broke the fast together, commencing with dates. There was toasted French bread, fried eggs, cheese, beef sausages, butter and hot chocolate. I ate my fill and that wasn’t even dinner. We had liver and a pasta side after that. I really could get used to this breaking the fast with so much food at the end of the day haha. Only thing I need now is some begne to make the meal complete lol.

The breakfast food after I got through with it!