The Facts of Life

Well my little buddy Ntando took things to the next level today.

After briefly revisiting his leg-humping antics of yesterday, he caught me at a moment when other kids were climbing on me while I was in a squatting position. (I'll call that foreshadowing.) Now when you're in such a position and five kids are using you as their jungle gym, you're basically incapacitated. (I'll call that a valid point.) You can't stand up (at least not when you weigh 120 pounds). You can't free yourself. You can't yell at them (when you don't fluently speak their language and they are having too much fun climbing on you to hear you trying to). So here I was a human jungle gym, when along comes Ntando. I didn't think much of it until he started grabbing my face.

Let me preface this by saying...I have only ever kissed boo-boos and a couple of foreheads. If a kid has wanted to kiss me, I turn so they get my cheek. Altho I have seen that teachers kiss kids on the mouth so I shouldn't have been surprised about what happened next. Which is to say, that he kissed me, but he grabbed my face and turned it so he could kiss me on the lips.

The kids went carazy. In my mind he was telling them something in Xhosa. Something like: hold her down.

Needless to say my housemates enjoy the story.

I've got two days left at Gertie's. Crazy. Khutala hasn't been there all week. I hate that I haven't taken more pictures there. Going to try to remedy that in these next two days.