I am not feeling well tonight, and my host family was super
sweet about it. Feeling very at home. Today two young men kept trying to talk
to me on the bus. They were asking for my number, and I ignored them. We walked
back like we always do, and I realized they were following us. After about 20
minutes the guy started hassling me again for my number. He wouldn’t drop it no
matter how many times I said no in English and Swahili, until Sam also told him
no. He then pleaded for my number, and then seemed to plead for Sam’s number,
then left. I was glad I was with a group because I would have been freaked out
if I had been alone.
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