Biscuits

It is a rare afternoon that children do not ask me for a “biscuit”. They are not asking for Pillsbury treats but want cookies. They approach with an outstretched hand, yell from balconies or chase after cars. I usually say “no” and continue about my day.

As I was returning from work this afternoon, a large group of children were yelling “muzungu, biscuit, biscuit”. I ignored them and continued walking. They yelled again with more vigor. As I turned in their direction, I realized they were not asking me to give them a treat. They had a box of cookies and wanted to share with me.

We all laughed and I thanked them for their kindness.

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