You know, I’m sort of offended. It’s never taken me this long to get a marriage proposal in Africa. Maybe it’s Uganda, or maybe it’s the fact that a year of med school has aged me into a haggard, pale cat lady, or maybe it’s Ava. Nonetheless, it was refreshing to start my proposal tally today.
I also realized that I hate these proposals. But I also love to hate them. So thank you to today’s bodaboda driver. I don’t know his name, but he found out I spoke Swahili and it was hard to stop the snowball after that. I told him that I was married, and that no, thank you, I didn’t not need a second, African, husband. He tried to call my bluff but I insisted that my burly hunk of a man would not take kindly to his wife’s polygamy. So I told him I’d mail him an American girl. When he asked for my email/phone, I declined, a generously said, “but I’ll take yours!” Now he has a flicker of hope.
Also, please enjoy today’s art project:
