September 20, 2013
The word is out; people with money are back on
campus. Those references are about me and my ilk.
Sitting on my porch in the evening seems to be an
open invitation to all passersby to stop, chat, and finally get around to
telling me their sad lack-of-money tale.
Yesterday evening a man stopped by who told a great
story about how the people who lived in my house before (Peace Corps like me)
bought a lot of genuine and antique masks from him. He was sad to learn I was
not that person. He then went on the tell me all about the masks he had from as
far away as Mali. He was from Guinea.
This morning I heard sounds on my porch. Soon his
face appeared in my window telling me he had brought his masks. Sure enough
there they were spread out for me to examine. After haggling over price, I
bought one. Probably paid too much, but at least I know no bad spirits will
come into my home.
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| Guinea Mask Salesman with his wares |
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| Yes Mary, another thing for our wall to scare the grandchildren |
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