It was taking forever for them to set up my phone. I really wanted to get out of there because I could feel everyone staring at us. One of the mean started trying to speak to me in French and I nudged Marci for help. They got into a full blown conversation. The only word I understood was femme, which means wife.
Finally, Marci turned to me and asked if I wanted to have a boyfriend or be married because these guys wouldn't leave us alone. Let's be real, I chose marriage because that meant I was bound for life. Too bad it didn't help.
They didn't believe I was married because I didn't have a ring on. Marci tried to play it off by saying I took it off because I didn't want to lose it. She emphasize how expensive it was to make it more believable. He said something to her and then took a ring off of his finger trying to hand it to me.
Marci was getting really annoyed by this point. She tried explaining how in America you only have one husband and one wife. The guy quickly responded that in Tchad you can have up to four wives. He was already married, but wanted to marry me to get a visa.
He continued to ask for my phone number and others joined in trying to bring home a new wife. The guy finished processing my phone and we took it before he could give the number to anyone. We quickly paid what was due and left because we couldn't get the men off our backs.
I now realize I can never travel anywhere alone; not even to the bathroom! I also realized that not knowing the language can be a good thing (sometimes). From then on I only traveled with the guys. I haven't had an incident like that again...at least for now.
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