Sorry couldn't wait a whole week to post these.
1. Daz negotiates all morning about having some steel brackets for our footings made with a local steel fundhi (tradesman). At 1pm the fundhi rings back with a still-extravagant price. Daz says, "No, sorry, that's far to expensive. I'll go somewhere else, thanks anyway," to which panicked fundhi replies, "Okay, okay... what then is the MAXIMUM you can pay?". Daz cracks up...and explains he's not so much after working out the maximum he can pay, but more about working out the minimum he can get the job done for!
2. Daz proving himself to be a huge help around the house after our neighbour, Elizabeth, has washed a week's worth of dusty clothing for us:
"Beck, I put all of the clothes away in their drawers."
"Excellent darling, thanks."
[pause]
"Oh, but not yours..."
"So just yours?"
"Yes"
"Sooo, 'ALL' these clothes you speak of putting away ... you just mean your own?"
"Yes"
[Lucky he can build good driveways!]
3. Getting pulled over in the ute, by a very tall, young, goodlooking, swarve Tanzanian Policeman who is all dressed up in the crispy white uniform with teeth to match. We amble through the 15-minutes of greetings required together, after which he takes a huge intake of breath and says, officially:
"Please sir, find a good parking area over there, and move your car to it, so that a policeman may interrogate you."
[He, of course, would be that policeman].
"Please sir, may I have all your partik-oo-lars"
[Daz smiles, hands over his driver's licence, car rego, car insurance, etc]
"Please sir, explain to me what procedure you have put in place to repair your vehicle's cracked windscreen"
[Another smile from Daz, who then explains the car has only been ours for a week or two - and that we have bought it to HELP US BUILD AN CHILDREN'S VILLAGE IN SINON]
At once, our eccentric officer, visibly relaxes and beams his blinding smile, answering, "Very good, keep up the good work" and waves us off.
He's proved so entertaining so far, I'm not quite ready to go, so I say to him, "Thank you, Officer, but what is your name?"
"The one who is baptizing Jesus is my name. Do you know?"
"John"
"YES!!! Ah, you know, this is very good!"
Happies all round and off we drive...
Disclaimer: This is a personal blog. The occasionally bizarre and always passionate rantings, ravings, views and opinions expressed here represent those of the author who is sometimes in a state of bewilderment and at other times in bliss as she travels on her FWS journey. Obviously, the author's sentiments are not always those held by foodwatershelter incorporated, but we indulge her none the less - for your reading pleasure.
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