Made me laugh too and I thought I'd tell you the rest of it.
I went into the Livingstone, asked for a room with no mosqitoes in my best Swahili and the man behind the reception counter suddenly disappeared beneath it as I spoke. I was hot and needed a cheese sandwich and a bath. I looked over the counter, earnest and red faced, to find him on the floor clutching his stomach, in convulsions of silent laughter.
'Bwana,' I said, 'U mzima?'
'Yes, Mama, I am well.'
'Sawa, naomba chumba bila mbu.'
'If you change your mind, call me, for some money I can arrange.'
'Have you any cheese in the hotel?'
'Yes, cheese is here.'
'Could I have a cheese sandwich?'
'That is your first wish?'
I nodded.
'You are a remarkable guest to prefer cheese sandwich more than penis. Perhaps you have been too long in the bush.'

Becca, thanks for pouring oil.

Dee, I’m sorry you feel ‘shot down in flames’. That was never my intention. Your comment seemed to cast a shadow on mine that simply wasn’t there and I found that upsetting. It’s possible that I’ve become far too involved with WriteWords and need to step back a bit. For one thing I have an embarrassing number of points, for another my own work has been suffering lately, and I’ve always found that conflict of any sort tends to cripple the creative impetus. I usually prefer to let things pass, but sometimes it’s impossible not to speak up for what you believe in, and I do believe in the site and the good it’s doing.

I could go on, but I think enough has been said already. If I’ve hurt your feelings I apologise unreservedly.

Best, Nell.

Thanks Nell,
Dee.