Oh Dear

While I was running, I decided to take the long way down Kairaba Avenue, the main drag through town. Across from the Africell building, a bunch of kids were playing with machetes...Oh Gambia. Then, I walked into the American Corner, a project of the US Embassy where they hold talks for the community about "American things". Well, I walked, sweaty and dirty, right into the presentation about jazz, where, of course, all the The Gambians were maintaining jazz originated in The Gambia...Then, I was running back home and was in Old Jeshwang and I saw my African Drama professor sitting outside of the compound three up from ours. He yelled my name and I walked over and asked him what he was doing there. "Oh, I live here." Oh really...me too.