Walking next door to buy some bouillon cubes from my neighbor and there's a donkey. Back when I first arrived in country and did 3 months in a village south of Ouagadougou with a host family, there was a donkey just outside my bedroom window. It would bray right when my tiredness would overcome my heat discomfort as I fell asleep. They are number 2 on my most annoying animals list, not as bad as guinea fouls, but worse than pigs and goats and chickens.
We just stood there and looked at each other. I have it on very good authority from another volunteer that all the donkeys died from an epidemic in mine and surrounding villages a while ago, and are slowly being reintroduced. For the past 18 months though, its been pretty quiet.
I think he felt safer than he really was.
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