move it or lose it

Africa lives by rules... non-rules... no, Africa lives... but sometimes i ask, "how?"...
As Ive traveled, Ive noted differences between America and the new lands. One super interesting happening in each country is the crossing of roads, streets, highways and biways- whether dirt or concrete, made of stone, grass, or wood, it is happening. It is simple, basic, and occurs trillions of times every day, everywhere. It is people doing the crossing, humans, flesh and bone, slightly different skin suits-facial features- and body builds but, by and by, all the same. It is also people (humans, flesh and bone) doing the driving of the cars, bikes, dala dalas, carts, and buses that drive on these roads being crossed, who must work together with the walkers, the runners, the crawlers- the people crossing. However, though all flesh and bone, though all "by and by the same"... the people occupying the different lands abide by different crosser/worker with crosser rules. In America, the pedestrian has the right of way. Some of you disagree. Okay, what I mean to say is, if you hit someone with your car, you are in big trouble, Mister. It concerns more than the law too in that when one American hurts another- in such an awful odd way- they feeeeeel it. It's an inner ouch (and possibly an outer one if the person hits back). Almost sympathy pains. There is remorse and a great desire to make it right- to make their hurts heal (and then your hurts will heal too). Anyway, I digress so exageratively because Im now going to tell you about the African crosser/worker with crosser.

"HONK HONK HONK HONK HONK HONK HONK HONK HONK!" Enough said... no, it's not. It's not enough said because right now, you assume that the "HONK" is an annoyed move move move... please but not really please thing... but it's not. It's "HONK!" Ive honked, you may or may not have heard me, but keep moving and you just might die and I dont care. It is scary at first... as the crosser and as the passenger of the worker with the crosser but after a while of not seeing anyone die it becomes funny. Truly, Juma, our taxi driver picked us up this morning for school and on the way into town, I heard the expected "HONK" here and "HONK" there and "HONK" everywhere... and I laughed... out loud. As an American, these are rude sounds so blatently and basically and nonchalantely sounded from each and every moving vehicle towards (like an dart shot at a bullseye) each and every moving skin body- be it animal, vegetable, or mineral. "HONK HONK HONK HONK..... HONK......................HONK..... HOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!" and everyone is okay with this. Those aboding here, abide by this law. It's our well known, but differently defined "move it or lose it."
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