I
had just graduated High School and spent a month in Uganda. The month
changed my life, but it also came with some unexpected moments that I
will never forget! Almost every day, our bus would be stuck in
traffic. One particular day, we were stuck right next to a market. I
loved sitting by an open window and observe Uganda passing by me.
This was the wrong day to do this!
As
I watched the people work the market, a woman came running up to my
window. It HAD to be my window!! She waved baby clothes above her
head so they would be right in my face. “You buy! You buy!” she
yelled to me.
“No
thank you.” I hoped my polite rejection would satisfy her, but I
knew how markets worked. They do not take “No” for an answer.
“Yes.
Your babies need this!”
“I
don't have any kids.”
“Then
go and reproduce! Reproduce one so you can buy this!” This was only
the tenth time the subject of me not having kids came up, and I was
rather sick of feeling like such an old maid right after high school,
but I was never told to go and reproduce right then and there!
She
continued to go on and on about my reproduction when my friend Diego
got into the scene, “What is she going on about?”
“She
wants me to have a baby so I can buy her stuff.”
I
was never more happy to be sitting by a guy than I was at this point!
Diego leans in front of me, and in the sternest voice I have heard
come out of him states, “Ma'am! We do not need it. And we do not
want it! Please leave us alone.” Then he shut my window, points his
finger in my face, and says, “Don't open that window again, and
stop sitting by the window!” I listened for the rest of that bus
ride, but went back to sitting by the opened window.
Even
though this was awkward for me, I can see how desperate this woman
was for money. She was telling a seventeen year old to go and get
pregnant, simply to buy some clothes. I am so blessed to be from
America where I do not need to worry to such extremes about anything.
Of course worry happens, but I do not need to be so forceful in
selling something to get a few more dollars.
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