Famory , Sikasso Mali

Famory met me at the airport. It was nice to meet him in person. However we had already been emailing each other for a few weeks since I learned I was visiting him. We walked to a bus and then had to walk about 5 miles to his house.

Famorys house was interesting. It was to big to be called a shack and too small to be considered a full house. It was caught somewhere in between. It had a small porch in front and three rooms. Well, it was more like two and a half. There was Famory and his wife's room, and then there was another room with a wood divider in the middle. More door than wall so you could see through on both sides. Famorys two boys slept on one side of the divider, Famory and his wife slept in the big room and the smaller room was like a living room with the door to the outside. Famory and I stepped inside. His two boys both looked alike, one was just a little taller than the other. His wife came in and said hello kindly and said she was going to get me something to eat. I wasn't that hungry, just really tired but I didn't want to be rude so I thanked her and said okay. Famory introduced me to his two kids, Gerard and Jean. They said hello shyly and hid in their room. It was only four o'clock but I was practically asleep. By the time I touched the mattress I was asleep.