The dress was sewn a while ago, but I left it alone as I was saving it for my party. The fabric is shiny non breathable stuff. Polyester? So not good for hot season here, but okay in the cooler months. It was easy enough to sew but I didn’t follow the instructions completely as there were many “now have a friend help you pin it” – didn’t happen, so I just sewed it without fitting. In the end I took in the waist since it was too loose. There’s a slight back neck gape but I didn’t care much.
Bosco thinks this is just any other normal play day. What he doesn’t know is that this is our last morning together because I am taking him to Brownie’s, who so kindly offered to host my party. Who also so kindly offered to take Bosco into her home for when I left. Who will become the new Mama Bosco. Or rather, Mamie Bosco since she’s much older.
An awning (or a tent?) was set up outdoors to provide cover in case of rain or shade in case of sun. The sun came out, so that worked out nicely. The kids took over this area as most of the adults stayed inside.
So I’ve covered drinks, music, and dance. Let’s not forget the main draw for a party in Benin: the food. And this time it is not self serve, because it isn’t in the culture to serve yourself – you’re always given food. So when a Beninese is given the opportunity to help themselves, help themselves is what they do – mountains are built with the amount of food they can stack on a plate. The only way to prevent food from running out is to have people serving it.
The aftermath – dishes from a party with about fifty guests. Once the house was cleaned up, I went back to my house, Boscoless, for one last night before getting up early the next morning to load up a taxi with all my things to Cotonou…
This wasn’t a really well written post. I know I should be writing about my dress, my fabric, the sewing, the party, the presents… but the only thing I can think about is how I left behind a dog I really loved and that’s the only thing on my mind and the only thing I feel like writing about. I try to justify leaving him behind with how 1) He’s a dog 2) He wasn’t my dog in the first place 3) I only took him in because his owner left and I never ever planned on being a permanent owner to him 4) I made my post Benin travel plans well before Bosco came into my life – but I can’t help but still feel incredibly guilty and sad even if I did leave him with a good permanent home and owner. I’ll write a proper “goodbye benin” post later – this I suppose turned into a “goodbye bosco” post. Bye bye Bosco.