Grandma don’t freak out, it has a good ending.
Its 930 pm and I’m getting ready for bed. Just as I reach for my phone to flash Bjorn (not the lifting the shirt flash, in Africa flash means you call someone but they don’t pick up so that they can either get your number or if you’re a cheap bastard call them back) I’m the cheap bastard type with Bjorn, but before I could, I noticed a text from Mirabelle. It said “people are starting to gather tonight in protest, lock your door and don’t answer it even for your neighbor. I will call later with more information.” I was like wow vague, I call her and she says from tomorrow until the 30th there might be some trouble. So I asked okay what does that mean, and she said if it gets bad she and her mom are going to her boyfriends house and I asked if I could come too and she said yes if that needs to happen. She promised to keep me informed and after that I called Eve, Fatou’s husband. While driving home today I remembered seeing a lot of people in line for gas, some people probably waited for two hours to fill up their bike, and when I called Eve he said it was because the gas stations have been ordered to be closed for the next few days to limit the mobilization of the opposition. I’m sure this is just going to piss people off more, but Eve said the night would be calm because of the curfew but that the day might be different. He also promised to be in contact with me and collect me if things get weird. That’s all the information I have at this point, we will see how things evolve, and if they calm down.
The morning after…nothing happened all freak out for nothing
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