I was tired last night. The market trip earlier in the week had left me with four hours sleep. The night after, less than six. It was hot, although I do keep myself well hydrated. The internet played up and the Wedding posting crashed and was lost when almost complete. I went to bed around 2 a.m. But I was happy, my friends were married and my new friends may one day get married. This was a time of happiness. It's hot in Africa, the ceiling fan was on number 5. Normally it is on 1 or 2. The frogs sang, Mr Jacko was no where to be seen and I slept. The noise disturbed me frequently throughout the night. The beat of the drum, the loud singing outside of my window. It was calming, but it was also annoying. They were so close. Jeff complains when the music is loud, but Jeff had travelled with Tamara to Mrs 'G's and would not return until the morning. I could not complain, it was a language thing. I slept on, the party continued. Twi, Ga, Ewe, but they sang. Oh boy they sang, loud, different and clear. The frogs sang, the music grew. The frogs stopped, the lead vocalist sang. I'm not sure if it was a man or a woman, the language is a barrier, sometimes the words are difficult to notice. They were close, very close. I suspect outside of my window. I stirred and came to. Yes, they were there. They were lying or sitting in my room. Looking, and smiling, there was a lot of them. I checked again. Yes they were there. I turned and drank some water, and then went back to sleep. Maybe it was the heat, maybe the food, maybe dehydration, but they were there, weren't they?
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