I was invited to dinner by who I thought was the Director of the bank on the first floor of my building. I told him that I already had his number as the PCV before me had left me his number in the apartment.
Two days ago, I called and the conversation went something like this:
Me: …are still eating together tomorrow?
Director: I don’t know. Are we?
Me:…Umm, yes, I’m free.
Me: Dinner is fine for me (considering that he invited me to dinner).
Director: Okay, tomorrow then.
Well, yesterday was our supposed dinner and when I went downstairs, it was definitely not the Director, but another employee of the bank! I had the wrong number all along and made dinner plans with the wrong person! As it is Cameroon; however, the people are more than happy to welcome guests.
So this evening, I had dinner with the right person! Two authentic Cameroonian dinners in a row…not too shabby!