Which I love, like:
The Sedena Gardens hotel eloquently advertising itself on its sign as "a suitable environment for habitation."
The 'matatu' (local bus-taxis) displaying signs across their windscreens such as the various: 'Happy Boyz Bus', 'God's Property', 'Jesus is Lord' followed directly in line of course by 'Allahu Akbar'.
The reassuring 'no weapons please' signs outside so many public places i.e. my local swimming pool.
The vigilant “is everything good in here?” or “do you have a bomb in there?” asked casually by car park attendants without even a peek through the window to check you are trustworthy, in their recent security drive following the bombings earlier in the year.
& I was particularly honoured to be offered a local woman's son for marriage. She did not think the fact that I would be returning to England would pose a problem as we could keep in touch via email & he could then come to visit to gain my parents' approval. Well, if all else fails....
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Wonderful observations. Of course, the woman who offered her son for marriage may feel differently when she finds out that your family has no goats...xx
At least you know you have options!
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