This was my first Sunday with my family. Thank goodness my family is Muslim and does not attend too many church or mosque services. Apparently, Catholic mass took about 2 hours and the Protestant church lasted over 5 hours. At first I thought it would be a neat experience to attend a church service in a foreign country but I am perfectly content to forego the 5 hour Pentecostal rant in Moore. I think that my family prays in the morning before I wake up. I slept in pretty late today… My sister was worried and came to wake me because it was 7 am. When I finally emerged, bathed, lathered on the sunscreen, I sat under one of the trees with my mother, sisters, and a bunch of children. There was a long line of people waiting on my father outside of the courtyard. I think the reason they don’t attend the mosque is because Sunday is a busy work day for him. Sunday is also laundry day for the women. They always laugh at me when I attempt to do my laundry. Thankfully one of my brothers started to help me because apparently I didn’t have enough suds in the bucket. While I was studying French, I notice one of the goats freaking out next to the courtyard wall. Within a few seconds of study, I noticed the placenta hanging out of her ass. Yes, today I watched a goat give birth. I feel like crazy things happen here every day but they are completely normal occurrences for my family. My sister gave me a “yeah, duh,” laugh when I pointed and said, “nouveau chevre!”
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