Thats my new thing. OKay? I walk into a room filled with multiple Liberians and ask if it smells like updog in there.... and they clearly dont understand. But then I probe.. and they eventually ask "Oay, wut ezz up dog???". And I start crying because its wonderfully funny. And the great thing about Liberians, is they love to giggle and laugh and wheeze and slap their knees and let it fly... so when I laugh they laugh 4 times as hard. And when they get what they actually said... bellows of laughter come from the deepest of chests. I really soak it up. The two Liberian girls here at the base in Foya now walk by me and yelll... WUTS UHP DOOOHG!!!
Its priceless.
I dont think I have laughed so hard as I do and have here. Hard to believe because Ive laughed pretty hard at times in my life, but laughter here just seems contagious. Even with the team of ladies Ive been working with/traveling with... the pharisee, jesus, towns people, and narrator... (if you dont get these references you might as well just stop reading all together right now).
So today I got sick for the first time here. Definitely actual illness but I think it was mixed in a bit with some crazie nerves Ive been feeling yesterday and today. I was suppose to adventure to the great outdoors on a motor bike but noooooooo, I was told to sit and relax. I wanted to retort, oh come onnnn, i carried the savior of the universe on my back on a dirty road in 100 degree heat, I'll be fine.
But I didnt.
Peeking: Child
Pumwee: White person
Pronounced: Poooom Weee!!
We went on a warm evening stroll tonight around the base here to the surrounding little huts... and within the first 30 seconds emily and I had about 15 little peekings chasing us around yelling POOOM WEE POOM WEE!! We would ignore them and keep walking forward til they were all gathered behind us in a bunch saying our little nick name... But emily and I had a plan. As soon as they got close we'd count to three and flip around scrrrreeeaming at the top of our lungs and chase them. OH MY GOODNESS. Havent had that much fun since the chicken slaughter'n of '89. Shoot dolly... those peeekings scattered like flower petals on a windy day... half laughing half hollering like it was their last breath of life. It was so fun. A little twisted, but fun.
want to be there.
ReplyDeleteoh and ps. sunday was nuts. if i ever volunteer to do three hours of runway training again, slap me across the face and call me sally.
ReplyDeletebesides the fact that my feet weren't too comfy, my HIPS were sore the next day. i feel like i belong in the circus with the contortion skills i need to pull while walking.
dang. lots to practice before later april. you'd think it's just walking with a serious pout and a dash of attitude.