So I'm in my Senegalese homestay, living in a house with eleven people and three generations, at least. A lot of the house is actually outside, and the windows don't have screens or glass in them, so bugs pretty much love it here. I have seen a ton of cockroaches, and yeah, I'm pretty uncomfortable with that.
In any case, I was drying laundry in my room and a really fat one was attracted by the moisture. I was pretty terrified, so I named him Fat Bastard and squished him with a copy of Jane magazine that I knew I had purchased for a reason.
Oh yeah, the people in my house call me "Khady" because it's easier than Megan. It's a little weird to be called a name I can't even pronounce, even weirder to be called the name of Mohammed's first wife. (Khady is a diminutive of Khadija.) It's also pretty strange walking to school and having random men on the street greet me in French and Wolof and say things like, "Mignon! Tu es tres belle!"
Senegal certainly is an interesting place.
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