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hoping that this Thai-Chinese suppose big-shot likes black girls. Their whisperings make me scoff, any guy that specifically likes black girls is a major red flag anyway and I don't l

the well and Karen helps me put my hands on the rope and lower the bucket into the well to collect water. We fill four twenty litre containers with water and begin to carry them back. Karen walks in front of me and leads me with her voice because I can't carry both of my containers as well as my guidance stick. Maybe I should cut her some slack. She's really such an angel. That Asian dude and his possible Nigerian butler kind of put me in a bad mood. I don't like unknown people invading my space. We put the containers in the kitchen hut where there's already cooking going on. Did I sleep that long or are they cooking early in honor of the Asian billionaire heir. It's not my turn to help with the cooking today thank God so I can sit and read some of my books until the food is ready. Karen helps me put my guidance stick back on and I get one of my books from my suitcase. It's "the Vegetarian" by Han Kang. A literary masterpiece well-worthy of the Man Booker Award. I relate to it a little too much. The protagonist just wants to be able to live in peace and eat her vegetables. But everyone from society to her partner to her family didn't really love her but wanted to own her. Damn, I'm getting too deep again. I might cause myself depression. I go outside. It's not yet six pm which means that there might still be some light outside. "What are you reading?" It's the Nigerian speaking to me. "Oh, the Asian person's butler," I quip. The Nigerian laughs. "Actually my name is Patrick and I' m not his butler. I'm his friend. "And I care because..." "Because I want to apologise for invading your space before. Finding two strange men in your room would have made many people a little angry. Karen explained that you don't like surprises," he tells me. I change my mind. I'm so not being nice to Karen if she's busy giving out information about me to random people that come to the camp. "I would advice you to not go seeking information about me," I tell him coldly.He laughs. "You reminded me of Colin Firth's portrays of Mr.Darcy in the 1995 BBC miniseries when you said that," he tells me. I can't help but perk up a little. That's my favourite televised make of one of my favourite books. "Did Karen tell you that I like Pride and Prejudice?" I ask him. She's probably seen me watch the 1995 version a bazillion times. She'd know that I watch anything that Colin Firth acted in with more zeal than I have whenever we have a sermon at church. The Nigerian laughs. "You don't trust people do you? Actually I saw you reading and I know that majority of book worms often end up copying the speech of what they read. When I was going through my Enid Blyton craze I called the holiday the "hols" and had an obsession with ginger beer and visiting private islands to look for adventure," "I'm guessing that your favourite character was George from the Famous Five," I tell him. I can't help but smile a little. I had loved the Famous Five when I was younger and had been ecstatic when Disney had showcased "Famous Five" as a cartoon showing the descendants of the original five. The Nigerian tells me that I guessed right. He also like the gypsy-like character Barney from the Secret Seven that travelled and sometimes slept in people's pantries. "They had a way of romanticising homelessness and irresponsible parents," he tells me. "So, am I just going to call you the Nigerian or do you have a name?" I ask him. He laughs. "How did you know that I was Nigerian?" He asks. "Your voice. One develops a keen ear when they have unkeen eyes," I inform him. "I told you that my name is Patrick..." he begins. "What's your full name?" I ask him. "Patrick Daniels," he tells me. "Why do so many Nigerians have English surnames?" I ask him. "Because colonisers and during that era if a black person had an English name they were treated better than other Black people," He tells me. "Wow, such solidarity," I tell him. He laughs again. "It's often one man for himself in this world," Patrick tells me. "And yet you accompanied your friend across the world to a foreign country," If I could see I think that he would be nodding his head. "That's true. But I'm not here for that long. And I would like to know that my friend is in good hands. So can you like look....um watch...um take care," "You don't have to pussyfoot around seeing eye words around me," I tell him. "Why are you asking me though?" "Because since we got here every girls has been swooning over him and ready to wait on him hand and foot, but you pretty much kicked us to the curb that moment we met you. He needs someone like that. Someone who doesn't give a shit that he's from one of the richest families in the world and is hoping to have to have his baby so that she can earn a child support bigger than what she'll ever earn..." "Who said that I don't like money?" I tell him. "Even if you do, you don't suck up to people in order to get it and he needs someone like that right now," "Thanks for the offer but I'm not babysitting anyone,"I tell him. "What if I pay you?" He asks me. "To be an antagonist to the Asian prince?" I ask him. "Well I could do that, I'd barely even break a sweat," "Awesome, how is one thousand dollars per week?" "Are you kidding me?" "No