Na Who? 6/15

I’m pretty sure I’m officially integrated now. I did not come to this conclusion by the food I ate or by some mamy congratulating me. I spent the night at a fellow volunteer’s house. She woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and I was also roused from my sleep. The room was pitch black, and I was still half-dreaming. I gained enough consciousness to realize someone else was in the house. In a state of semi-delirium, and thinking I was still back in my own bed at home, I shouted out, “Na who?!” Or “Who is there?” in Pidgin. That was my first reaction to being woken up. I didn’t even consider a possible intruder, I didn’t just ask “hello?” I shouted out “Na who” in my best Cameroonian accent.