So you may be asking yourself, what on earth is a Ceeb momma?
The dictionary definition: Ceeb (pronounced cheb), the wolof word for rice, when added to momma is the definition of a large african woman.
The ACTUAL/REAL LIFE definition: A 3-400 pound african woman who tries to squeeze into seats that are too small for her monster jaayfunday (huge butt) and will not move for any reason once shes plopped down. Most likely this seat is next to me. She constantly will shift the entire ride trying to knock you out of the way to make more room for herself, all the while shoveling beneigts, bread, a chicken leg she pulled out of her shirt, children, etc into her mouth resting only for a moment, not to breath, but to dump carmelized sugar (attaya) down her glistening greasy gullet.
For some reason, it seems that anytime I get into a car, the 5 person row consists of 4 Ceeb mommas and myself. Most of the time I end up having to shift onto my hip to make room for them. In between mouth noises, however, I constantly get dirty looks from them for not in fact my stomach growling. Sorry ladies, but I did not eat Hansel and Gretel for breakfast like you may have. This tradition of travel was no different when I went to my counterparts house finally. He made me eat lunch twice, which I was completely thrilled about. Overall, I think it ended up being an entire chicken, lots of french fries, an onion sauce and 3 hard boiled eggs that found their final resting place in the stomach of yours truley.
It was AMAZING, I've never been so happy for lunch in my life. Diouf (the counterpart) then informed me that I didn't eat anything haha! I responded by telling him that my goal in Senegal was not to become Jaba the Ceeb Momma. I don't think he got it and looked at me funny when I started laughing.
If anything is going to ensure my place in life as a normal sized person, it will be the fact that I biked 70k from my site and will bike back tomorrow, god help me. It is a lot farther than you realize, let me tell you. At one point, I called my friend and asked how much farther I had to go, considering I was absolutely exhausted and my legs were in fact starting to shake. He told me, I still had a ways to go. Now, there may or may not have been a few tears shed at this devistating text message. On the bright side, the dirt that accumulated on my face from the ride made me look like I had a unibrow, it was quite sexy let me tell you. And I get to do it all over again tomorrow!!!! Hooray!!!! Kill me now.
Also, coming up soon, Ill be starting to need some fundraising from friends and family. I'm giving out mosquito nets in my village and need to raise $2 per net, for a total $250. Ill keep you all posted on the details, but anyone who wants to help, my villagers and I would appreciate it! Love you guys! And I'll be out again on May 5th!
