We were getting ready to leave one village which was much further out in the sticks than most of them, when someone tapped (not exactly gently) on my shoulder.  He appeared a "very nicely dressed" boy of about 10 or 11, holding the gift he had received.

He spoke to me in his language which, Christy, a missionary in Burkina (from Ghana) standing nearby, told me he had just said, "THANK YOU VERY MUCH!"  And then he asked me for my address which is what many people in Africa do when they meet a white skinned person because they often hope that you will help them come to America and live where they have heard that the streets are paved with gold.   (They don't know yet about green cards.)    It's not always an unreasonable request.....because some do get to come here.

I tried to take his picture, but my camera malfunctioned.  I think now that it was perhaps because God didn't want me to have the picture of an angel's face to stare at.   My friend. Lisa, took this picture from the other side of the car ...... which I treasure greatly!!

Please note this young man's VERY CLEAN white pants.....and his rich deep blue shirt which was decorated with beautiful gold appliques and reminded me of a rodeo type of shirt.  The amazing thing to me was that you don't see people over there wearing (bright) white clothes of any kind.....because they wouldn't stay white for very long at all in the dust that is EVERYWHERE!!