I am running. A woman asks me if she can have my contact number. This is not uncommon. She asks me if I'm married. Uh oh. I'm not, I say. How long am I here for. 'Til November. So you would marry a Muslim. Well actually I'm not really very religious... My husband split. Oh, Sorry. So I will write my number for you and you will call me. I don't really have... I pat my pockets. What's his name? (I'm talking about her kid) Cedric. Hi Cedric. So I can go with you to your house so I'll know it? Well, I'm just out running. I can run with you. I don't know, what about Cedric. A small boy runs up with a pencil and scrap of paper. Here, I will write my number so that you can call me. OK. She writes it. She says it out loud. I take the paper. So you will call me? Sure, OK, sure.
So now I guess I can't run down that road any more.
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lol you are tooo nice. I was going to ask for your number actually cause I'll be coming to Ghana in just over a week. Don't worry though I'm not after your Canadian passport ;)
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Well, maybe we could trade, then?
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