So for the first 4 months of living in Benin I could not charge my phone in my house. Instead everyday I had to go to my host family’s house to charge. Going over there everyday want a problem for me because I basically go there everyday because they are my family. No really I harassed them to the point that they basically adopted me for better or worse lol
My issue with charging my phone there was that I was consistently stealing their electricity. I felt so uncomfortable because I would want to charge my phone and my tablet, so I would basically be attached all the time.
I had been talking to multiple people how to get the electricity in my house going and finally one day Papa Propertaire was like hey Biia I’m ready to attach this thingy to the outlet so you can charge your phone (not a direct quote). So I was excited!!!!
So he came in and CUT open the wires with pliers with no rubber on them. And started moving the wires around with his BARE HANDS also unprotected with rubber. And I’m standing behind him like😰…
Me: I don’t know Papa Propertaire… this isn’t dangerous to just be touching all this stuff? Like the electricity could hurt you…
PP: What? Hahaha! No, I’m use to this stuff.
Me: I don’t think that’s how electricity works…
PP: Do you have une Lame?
Me: une lame?…
Me: *makes high pitch mmmmmm noise that I make when a student writes the wrong answer* a what?
PP: you know the thing you cut your nails with…
Me: oohhhh yes yes I’ll go get it *brings back a nail clipper*
Me:🙃 I’ll just ask to borrow my host family’s lame…