The best part of my morning commute, after BBC Network Africa, and after jumpstarting the heap-of-junk car, and after rally-driving through ditches and river-beds, is the kids. The kids who relentlessly, without fail, coming tearing out of their huts at full pelt towards the road/path screaming and yelling, desperately, wholeheartedly, till their lungs are fit to burst, what is probably the one word that they know of English.
"MORRNNINNGGG!!!!!!"
And the kids who stand shyly by the path until the car window is exactly level with them whereupon they scream with all their enthusiasm and might,
"MORRNNINNGG!!!!!!"
It's slightly less impressive on the evening commute, when despite the apparent passing of the day, the cry is still, a screeching, wholehearted, joyful, "morning". One day they will scream
"EVENINNGGG!!!!!"
and I will be very happy.
"MORRNNINNGGG!!!!!!"
And the kids who stand shyly by the path until the car window is exactly level with them whereupon they scream with all their enthusiasm and might,
"MORRNNINNGG!!!!!!"
It's slightly less impressive on the evening commute, when despite the apparent passing of the day, the cry is still, a screeching, wholehearted, joyful, "morning". One day they will scream
"EVENINNGGG!!!!!"
and I will be very happy.
