Today we went to the market where a few of the women from the group that I am working with have their businesses. The market is comprised of about 300 kiosks, each about five feet by five feet and constructed out of sticks and logs. Most people are selling used clothing, which are sold to the locals. I found out first hand where my clothes go when I donate them at home. It is weird to see the locals, especially the men, wearing t-shirts for colleges, restaurants, and businesses back home. One of the boys that I am getting to know has a lawn care t-shirt from
arkansas and a t-shirt from a restaurant in
texas. It is mostly the men who wear these t-shirts. The women wear
kangas, long skirts with exquisite designs on them, and what we would consider formal dresses. It is not acceptable to take pictures of the people here so when I manage to sneak a picture I will post it. The market was really crazy and full of life. We visited one woman whose business it is selling tea and fried bread. While we were interviewing her, we watched another woman in another kiosk selling used bras. The women, in these gorgeous gowns, tried on the bras over their dresses, commenting on each others choice. This was a whole new kind of bra shopping, much different from the quiet privacy of a
Macey's dressing room, and at about 100
th the price.
1 comment:
Chelsea,
This is absolutely fascinating reading, especially the market day entry. I hope you continue this throughout your stay. You are a good writer. You may want to do something with these someday beyond just a blog.
Look forward to reading upcoming installments.
Cheryl
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