How true this is. They give so much more generously than we westerners do, even to strangers.
"I usually joke about my years spent in a West African village, as if they were simply a sweaty, stinky, rat eating, tummy cramping adventure, as if Afi and the villagers hadn't given their homes, their laughter, their grooves, their children, their food, their lives, as if they hadn't given and given and given their strength, their love, their spirit..."
(Monique Schmidt. Last Moon Dancing)
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