One day this week they went with me to the boys center to check it out and play some games with them. Neither of them know any Arabic whatsoever. So we got there and had lunch with the teachers, chatted with the boys, and played some games with them. It was a blast. The boys esspecially enjoyed the sister game of “Duck, duck, goose” called “Drip, drip, splash” where you have a cup of water in hand and instead of saying words go from person to person dropping a bit on each head until you dump the cup on someone and that person chases you around the circle. Even some of the older boys joined us for that one.
In college when I travelled overseas I would watch folks who had been in an area for awhile speak the language and seem ‘in the know’ about wherever we were. I wanted to be one of those people. I eagerly anticipated the day that I would be able to show people around and translate and be awesome. While I feel nowhere close to ‘the know,’ whatever that is, it felt pretty sweet translating the girls’ English to Arabic and the boys and teachers Arabic to English. They were impressed with my knowledge and understanding of the bus system and stations. (It took awhile to get to that point, trust me!) And I gave them tips on eating their first real Sudanese meal. It made me feel like a part of life here. I’m still an outsider, and not all that awesome yet, but I’m not a new kid anymore. I know stuff! Yeah!