My mama insisted once again that I reapply henna tonight. She says I have to do it again tomorrow too. She will not be satisfied until it is literally black. It's a dark reddish brown currently. So once again I have kanga paw, which of course gets sweaty and awkward in the hot African night.
This morning, around three a.m., there was a torrential downpour. Like tropical downpour serious. So intense it actually woke me up - that and a few huge drops splat on my cheek; there must be a leak in our roof somewhere.
Humidity, singing, riding in land cruisers on bumpy red dirt roads.
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