If Madame wants some oranges...

One of my students was at my house today when I casually asked him where I could find some oranges tonight. He answered he knew a place and took off on my bicycle.

He returned ten minutes later empty handed. Then he remembered that one of their neighbors had an orange tree in their yard. He ran to their house.

He returned fifteen minutes later again empty handed. He then remembered his dad was in Savalou, a city south of our village not big enough to have hamburgers, but big enough to usually have fruit. He ran back to his house to have his mom call his dad to tell him to bring me some oranges.

When I first moved here, I basically had to relearn how to do everything. One thing that I’ve found to be pretty true here is the ability to find people who are willing to help you do something no matter the feasibility.

Which is how, at 19:33 this evening, I found myself with a bag of enough oranges for the next three days.