Seductive notes from Fianar

I am in Fianar, a small city in the central south of the Country. I have come here to send off data which Me and the volunteers (the team) have collated over the past 2 weeks. I found myself with a snippet of time and enough creativity to write a little of what I saw.

My team have just had lunch in a hotel and are just about to head to the bus station and await our departure. I am sitting on the steps adjacent to the street waiting for the others to finish. It seems like a normal part of town here and i enjoy watching people walking up and down the street. 

Its Sunday and people are walking back from church. I find it fascinating the different mix of folk walking by me. I dislike the traditional Christian dress and demeanour, it really invokes weird and negative emotions in me, from what i understand of missionaries and colonialism in Africa.  But despite this I like the peaceful Sunday vibe. As I sit on the step watching I notice a Malagasy shop owner observing me with equal fascination.

2 mango selling sisters catch my intrigue and I bashfully watch with fascination. They swanker up the road each carrying around 5kg of mangoes in a basket, balancing on there head, hands free. They walk with a pertinent pride, their clothes no more than rags, their postures straight and their faces stout. A family group of church owners stop them to buy some mangoes. I over hear that each one costs around 10 pence each, I'm tempted to buy one. I observe the older of the girls and watch the way she skilfully lifts the basket off her head and exchanges the money. I silently appreciate her muscular, voluptuous and feminine form. She casually lifts the basket back on to her head, then takes a few steps towards me and offers me to buy some Mangoes. I sheepishly reply 'no merci', she looks at me with a wry and curious smile knowing full well that I was not really interested in her basket of Mangoes! I hope that she understands / feels my appreciation for her as she seductively walks away.