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(anything written in English was obviously said in French.)

#1 – Setting: Avenue Kwame Nkrumah

Unattractive Rasta: Maybe you and I could get together.

Me: Uh… I have a fiancé.

Unattractive Rasta: That’s okay. When you are young in Africa, fidelity isn’t a virtue.

Me: Uh…

Unattractive Rasta: You need to taste Africa!

Me: Uh…

#2 – Setting: Zaka (a bar with live music)

Attractive Rasta: Can I have your phone number?

Me: How old are you?

Attractive Rasta: 20

Me: I think you are a little young for me.

Attractive Rasta: That’s okay, because in Africa we are all brothers and sisters, whatever our age! You and I can be together, because you are like a big sister.

Me: Uh…

#3 – Setting: Zaka.

Conversation in English between Jen, an Australian girl (who speaks not a lick of French), and a rasta.

Creepy Rasta: I take you to my village.

Jen: Um well…

Creepy Rasta: I can show you my mountain!

Jen: Uh…

Creepy Rasta: I am the king of my mountain.

#4 – Setting: my courtyard in Zone 1

Little Mossi Girl: Nasara! Nasara! (white person!)

Me: Yibeeogo! (good morning)

Little Mossi Girl: Ha ha ha ha ha!

Me: Fo yuurla a boin? (what is your name?)

Little Mossi Girl: Ha ha ha ha ha!

Me: Fo tara yuurma wanna? (how old are you?)

Little Mossi Girl: Ha ha ha ha ha!

Me: What??

Little Mossi Girl: You, you do not speak good Moore! I do not speak good french. We should not talk!