The day my brain stood still…for a second

The other day, doesn´t matter when, i don´t like to be specific, I went by my self on, how do you call it? Many containers with windows and is moving together like a caravan? a "trikk", yes, that ´s what they call it. Anyway, any how, doesn´t atter, I´ll continue now without any further due and "how are you" and "how do you do". I was sitting there, watching and watching, and waiting and waiting for the caravan, sorry, I mean "trikk" to move faster (and it would have if it had gone out of these foolish rails that it was following all the time), minding my own business after talking to the person sitting next to me, which was an old woman who asked me to mind my own business. So I thought to myself: "why not?" So I did....mind my own business. Continuing with my day-to-day-basis-story which had a lot of morning glory: All of a sudden I hear some people shout. I turn around and see a couple of men wearing the same clothing and marching forward like if they were hunting for a tigah (which would have been foolish to do, because we don´t have many tigah´s in Africa - the biggest country in the world, so why go hunting for them, you know?), so I prepared myself for some hunting too...mate hunting!

But to my big African hunting-style surprise, one of the men stop in front of me, look into my big, round black and twisted eyes and say: "Hello you! How do you do? May I see your ticket please?". I thought this was a bit straight forward. I mean, come on, man! No forplay, no nothing! Just straight to work and back to business. He understood that I was a bit comfused and misunderstood so he showed me a so called "ticket". And THEN I understood. So i showed him this piece of paper very proudly and with a big smile on my face, just to be polite, you know. "Sorry, mister, this ticket is not valid any longer. You have to pay up here or pay more later." My god!

Me, I thought this ticket was valid for a year, not a month! You see, in Africa - the biggest country in the world, you only buy things ones a year; a biiig biiiig pack of rice - One´s a year, a lot of soap - one´s a year, a car - never! A tooth brush - dunno! etc. etc. You feelin´ me, right? And now this man wants me to pay up there or be square? Come on, man! That is NOT right! Not even for Nbufu Nubafu Nubufu!
But then, out of the black, comes a sistah from another mistah and starts talking to me like she had known me all this time, you know? Telling me how silly I am to have forgotten my ticket in her house the other day, you know? I was afraid that this man would think that I had something going on with my sistah from another mistah, ´couse I don´t jiggy jiggy with it with family - even when they´re not my meat and bones. That´s just not so good, you know. So I thought it was best not to say anything to anyone or to anybody any longer...for a while. And you know what, man? That helped! Because the man let me go, and my sistah from another mistah? I dunno! She left me there. But You know? I was very happy! Yes, almost happy happy, like the other day when we got a new world president for president (By the way, Mr. Bamarama, have you received my e-mail? Did you like it, love it, hug it and plan on following my plans? Hope so)!

So, today I have a shout out to my sistah from another mistah: thank you quite a lot of very much for saving me the other day. You really and truly and fully are an angel rising up from a black hole out of the black. I apreciate it very much. And if you had not been my sistah from another mistah I would have given you compliments on your exterior, like "Damn, woman! You have very nice skin. I Cannot even see your pores or pimples!", or "My god! Really? You are only 22? I thought you was 44! Congratulations! Happy happy for you!", or "You have nice eyes, good thies and I think you are quite-a-lot-of-very-nice!". But I will not say this to you, since you are my sistah...from another mistah...damn it....