In the flooded road a little girl plays while the mini buses and motorbikes splash by.
"You're writing?" another man asks."Do you write for Playboy?"
Other traders approach to watch.
"What is she writing?"
"Look at that. It's good."
"I want to learn to write fast."
"Actually, I do. But it is very small. My village has only fifteen houses in it."
They look at me hesitatingly, unsure if I am teasing.
"Do you have ducks in England?"