I’ve been here for nearly four months so you would’ve think I had a handle on African time by now, which I’ve already been existing on for the past twenty-one years of my life anyways. Last Thursday my Dad invited me to be his guest at his high school reunion and tells me that we will leave at 4 PM on Saturday. So, at 4 PM I start getting dressed, shower, and enjoying what I know will be late start to the day, even putting on make-up and cleaning my room knowing I will have time to spare. This was naive on my part, we didn't leave until 9(!) pm....five hours later....
When we finally did get to the reunion (where I was only white girl there, and only person under 40), the party hadn’t even started and my Mom complained “If it was me, I would’ve left at 10. What was Dad thinking....?” Despite the late start, it was a fantastic night and after a short set of speeches and dinner, we the party began. Great nite, until I asked my Dad how long the reunion went to, "Well we stay here until 7:30 am and then go to church." UM, WHAT. Thankfully, we left "early" at 3 am.
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