Tonight I feel poetic. Juba has moved me to express myself in haiku tonight:
Title: To The Would Be Thieves
My purse you tried swipe
Enter: Indignant Erin
Boda thief failure
To my boda driver’s credit (or stupidity) once the thieves realized their failure and sped off, he wanted to go chase after them. I politely indicated perhaps that was a bad idea on a dark unlit back dirt road.
I’m sort of amused, sort of grossed out, at my immediate indignant khawaja reaction. I think I’ve been in Juba too long.