Author: chrisjohnson0207
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The Walk: Part I
The first of a five-part post detailing a long walk I took over Christmas break. Saturday 19 December: Yaoundé 20:00 A line of clothes, one shirt for each color of the rainbow, flows in a current of wind like Tibetan prayer flags. The woman wedged between me and the window coughs coarsely, painfully, and plays…
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29 November 2020
Sunday 29 November 2020 The market. Take a right out of the apartment building, towards the part of town white expats like us aren’t supposed to go near, and walk down the streets. You will hear it first; the soft din of energy that only the tuning of a symphony orchestra before a performance can…
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22 November 2020
Sunday 22 November 2020 “Bats.” My phone hummed on the table with the notification of the same short message from several of our fellow teachers we had met that sticky afternoon. We stepped out to the balcony of our apartment to watch them in flight. Dozens and then hundreds of football-sized flying mammals flew across…
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Week 34
Friday 28 February: Day 232 A few months ago, Kalar started requiring people to pay for parking near the bazaar. They have young men on every street corner collecting parking tickets and fining people if they stay there too long, placing little yellow slips on the windshields of cars that have been parked for too…
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Week 33
After lunch we pack fig tree cuttings into plastic beds to be planted later. It’s hot now, and we can feel the hint of summer. Soon it will be too hot to do this, and our lunches must stay in the shade. But not today.
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