Will you marry me?

So marriage proposals seem fairly common to me now. I think I’ve lost count at the number of guys who are interested. While some days it may be a nuisance, most days I just like to consider it a great flattery. I forget the fact that I have white skin and they are probably only interested in a ticket to America or some money. Rather I like to think that it must be my undeniable beauty or amazing charm.

So I thought I would share a funny story for the day concerning marriage proposals. One day, Marissa and I were leaving the local shopping mall. (I use that term lightly, but it is considered the first mall in Tanzania). As we walked out to our car, one of the guards followed us. They like to try to use their English with the pretty girls, but today he was struggling just a bit. He stuttered out, “How is your wife?! I mean…. Hmmm…. Your boy? How is your boy?” Realizing his mistake I said, “My husband?” And he said, “Yeah!” I responded with, “Oh he’s great! How’s your wife?” He said, “Oh, no wife. But maybe her?” while pointing to Marissa. I said, “Oh yeah! She’d make a great wife!” Marissa quickly jumped in the car and scolded me for offering her up as a potential wife. We laughed as we drove off.

Needless to say, we enjoy lots of laughs in Tanzania. Whether it’s marriage proposals or chaotic traffic or crazy Swahili, it’s either laughing or crying. So we like to choose laughing!