We met in the Ouakam neighborhood of Dakar. He walked out of his apartment and down the stairs wearing a yellow shirt and jeans. In the time it took this guy, my new co-worker, to walk across the parking lot and nearly crush my hand with his handshake, I had decided I didn’t stand a chance with him. Way out of my league. “Well good,” I thought. “Now I can just relax and be myself.”
So I did. Guess it worked. 😉
Ten more years, ten times over, sama reenu xol.