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Holly A.J.'s avatar

I have similar stories of waiting for transport while in West Africa, but for ferries. Longest wait? About seven hours. Wouldn't have minded the wait, except the heat and dust were something fierce, and the toilet facilities left something to be desired.

Tubaab was the Wolof word for foreigner/white person. Tubaabs weren't an uncommon occurence in the region, which was near tourist destinations, so only very small children were shocked at the sight of me. I worked in a clinic, and one of duties was malaria testing. That meant many small sick children were brought to me. They would stare at me in shock, and then I'd have to poke them with a needle to draw blood, so they'd start screaming. Altogether, I don't think it helped them perceive my pallor in a positive light.

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Switter’s World's avatar

Ah, Mother Africa. You left too soon to adapt to her rhythms.

I remember when I first went to a Standard Chartered Bank in Bulawayo to cash a check for a project payroll. After waiting in queue for more than three hours, my eyes bled from aggravation.

A few years later, while reading a thick Russian novel as I waited, I wondered briefly if any other banks in town were more efficient. I also thought I should start bringing a comfortable camping chair in which to wait.

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