In a country of 2 million people

So I’ve made it back from Windhoek just in time to attend a part of a wedding for a teacher at my school and the following day move onto my homestead. The wedding was really nice complete with candles in the shape of a heart in the sand, Christmas lights powered by a noisy generator and Bob Marley music on repeat. It was nice to attend a wedding where I knew more than the person who invited me. The only thing that was a tad bizarre were the 10 teenage boys who were acting like I was famous and followed with cameras and their phones. Per usual I was given special treatment being invited to dine in the hut with the couple. To give you an idea for just how few people are in Namibia I was sitting next to the groom with the wedding party when a man waltzes into the hut taking a seat next to me. It turns out exactly two weeks before I had met him on my way to Windhoek. In fact he was the pesky taxi driver who kept insisting that I give him my number, so in attempt to get him to leave me alone I gave it to him figuring I could easily just avoid his calls and texts. Yes, I now realize that I need to start lying and when a man asks me if I have a boyfriend the answer will always be yes. Needless to say I sat next to him for an hour listening to him try to convince me that I should marry him. Like every experience I’ve had so far this is just another one where you live and learn and I am reminded the country where I live is one where you are bound to run into people again and again.