So last weekend I tried out single mother-hood and brought Rosalie, one of my favorite kids from last year’s village life, up to Parakou to give her a taste of the “big city world” out there. She’s about 4 years old and I adore her because she’s a boss. I was expecting her to freak out being away from her family and seeing some place so different, but she took it like a champ. First things she did when she got to my house: strap a stuffed animal to her back and start playing with scissors.
She started getting fussy at the end of the weekend, but of course when her dad came to pick her up she just talked about all the food she got to eat and how she wants to stay. She’s pretty much the coolest kid ever and I hope that she never lets go of her ‘don’t take no nonsense from nobody’ attitude—Benin needs more women like that.
|picking her up from her house in Kêmon (a village of maybe 2,000 people)|
|ready to hit the town|
|failed attempts at kite flying (not enough wind. Boo)|
|taking a nap at the restaurant|
|we found a little ‘amusement park’ for kids. Here she is knocking down all the little boys on the trampoline.|
|hopefully a glimpse into her future…|
|Friday night dinner (please note the matching outfits… and the 2 older boys that she was bossing around all night)|
breakfast at my house. She wouldn’t let me help her tie her pagne, so it ended up being more like a toga for a while.
she convinced me to carry her around on my back for a while when she started getting homesick