The next car rapide for Cap Skirring. "Non, non, Messi‚!"
the boy shouts. "Bags can't go inside. They must go on top."
To be stolen, I think. "To keep them with you, you must pay
a supplement!" The driver arrives and shoos the boy away.

Yoff-Dakar, Dakar-Ziguinchor, Ziguinchor-Airport
set unwritten rates for everyone except
toubabi. Jousting is useless, although a sort of joy.
When the next driver comes when's that? he may lie worse.
Never left J.F.K.

He plants himself before me, demands the landing fee,
tries to share my fingers on the handle of my bag.
I flee onto the bus.

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