Mornings in Mayamon

My favorite thing to watch in the mornings at my second host family’s house is for the grey baby goat to stick his nose tentatively through the open front door after someone has left the front gate unlatched. Sometimes the rest of him tentatively follows. His hooves clack on the concrete floor. This noise normally alerts whomever is sitting across from me that there is a four-legged visitor in the house.

After some gesticulating and yelling in Ife, the baby goat turns and scampers back out the door through which it entered. I hear the clack of the latch closing but know its only a matter of time before the goat sneaks through again.