Florence yesterday was telling the story of the thief who stole stuff from her uncle's place while he slept and how he burnt a hole in the bicycle repair man's mesh window and made away with a mobile phone. How he was almost caught last week but he managed to just get away.
"But is okay now" she resassures me. "We got one slipper of his and we sent it to the juju man. He will get him". I am glad.
About a month back there was the case of the old lady from the village stealing our clothes drying in the front yard. They caught her. "It will never happen again-o. She is crazy some small. She shame the whole village-0". Now I am informed that a guy from the village volunteered to keep an eye out... "and he wait with the rifle and will beat her.. and shoot her". That'll teach her to lay hands on my 70 pesewas pair of socks.
It's kids holidays now so I have Nana Yaw sitting on my lap... listening to the Led Zepplin and S&G playlist on my ipod. He has been sitting here for a good 15 mins without moving - freaky. Abinchi, Kennedy and Kwame are taking turns playing the snowboarding game on my phone and Sellasi is kicking the ball around just around the window. This place is alive!
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