the other night i burned my trash. i usually bring my garbage with me if i am going to birkelane or kaolack so that i can dispose of it "properly," but the last time i was in birkelane, i forgot to bring it with me. so it was either leave it in my hut for the mice to get to when they run rampant at night (i know this because i wake up in the middle of the night to their squeaking and do nothing about it but hide in the shelter of my mosquito net) or ask talla to help me burn it. i figured the latter was the lesser of two lousy options and figured it i just do it once in a while, i should be okay.
of course all the kids came running to watch the burning heap of the remains of my last two weeks of life and just as they drew really near, something in the heap mini-exploded making a huge "POOF" and the fire billowed. the kids scattered like thrown seeds. i nearly ran off too.
for the rest of the night the kids retold the story about my burning trash to each other over and over again, tittering and giggling in excitement. i know this not because i can understand what they're saying but because throughout the evening i would hear "babble babble babble POOF!" followed by a peal of laughter.
i illustrated the scene but the photo quality is not so great but it gives you an idea of how it looked to me...