- For motherly reasons, my mom isn't the biggest fan of this trip to Africa. Here's a conversation we had recently about the trip.
- Mom: What are you going to eat in Africa? How are you going to find food?
- Me: I'm going to buy food, Mom. From stores and stalls and restaurants. Like we do here.
- Mom: Really?
- Me: Yes, Bamako is a city. I'm not going deep into the bush or anything.
- Mom: (Gives me a doubtful look.)
- Me: I promise.
- Mom: (Continues to be silently displeased with my decision and I can tell she's about to bring up the helping-me-decorate-my-room-like-an-African-village-just-like-she-helped-with-my-third-grade-Ghana-diorama-so-I-can-experience-Africa-without-even-leaving-my-house-Don't-you-give-me-that-look-Jules-I-think-this-is-a-perfect-compromise idea again.)
- Me: It's definitely a city with food and business and hospitals and museums and karaoke bars.
- Mom: Karaoke bars?
- Me: Yes.
- Mom: (Deep exhale.) Keep telling me stuff like that. That makes me feel a whole lot better.
- Ah, the universal band-aid that is karaoke. I almost feel like I don't need to pack my first aid kit anymore...just my love for Gloria Gaynor. (I'm kidding, Mom. I'll definitely pack my first aid kit.)
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