BP 22 Bogo
Now you can all send me things! A constant stream of American goodies. *tears stream down my eyes* Everything is going to be alright.
Isn't it adorably simple for how hideously long it took? I do appreciate all the enthusiasm into getting my address and I hope that turns into boxes full of America. You have to understand that addresses don't really exist here. My house does not have a number. My street does not have a name. You could find me easy enough by coming to Bogo and asking for the white guy, but that's about it. This is a place where everyone knows everyone else. Actually, the post office lady is pretty awesome and you could probably write "White guy, Bogo, Cameroon" and it would get to me. Let's not try that though; I like my presents.
Speaking of, insure the package. For a dollar if you like, but insure it for something. Insuring it means that Cameroon is responsible to the US if the package disappears. Thus they are much less likely to disappear. I've also heard putting bible quotes on it helps (probably quoting the Koran too). They either don't want to piss off God or just don't care for more bibles. If you do go this route, pick the most interesting quote you can find. Let's make a game of it. Winner gets an African prize.
Send food. Delicious, delicious food. Easy to make food that doesn't require me to add much more than the basics. Sauce mixes, drink mixes, cheese mixes, bloody mary mixes. Dried fruit and nuts! (But not peanuts; I could fill boats with the amount of peanuts here.) Make it interesting; I just want to taste America. Candy is good. I will construct an oven just to make cake if someone can get it to me (probably with instructions on how I can make icing). Maybe your favorite spices and send easy recipes too. Honestly, I don't even know what I want. If I was in an American grocery store right now, I would probably just sit on the floor and cry. And then eat all the cookies and chips and cheese. Cheese Its. What would happen if someone filled a box full of cheese and sent it? We are going to have to stop talking about this before I actually do start crying.
Random things I can't really get here: Deodorant, I'm an Old Spice man. Good pens, remembering I write every day. On that line, send journals as I've already killed one and am half way through the second. Yes I write that much (Barnes and Nobles has some good cheap ones). LED lights and decent knives make good gifts. (I'm keeping a set of steak knives for myself, because I refuse to eat meat with a fork and spoon. Heathens.) Things like crayons or markers for kids. Though the little shits are always asking for things so I am not sure they deserve it. I gave one a paper clip today and they thought the world of it. And I gave another one an empty Sprite bottle that had been used to store kerosene. Because he asked. This is a strange place. Point is that you can improve the quality of my gift giving with ease.
Just surprise me. I will be like a kid at Christmas every single time; I can promise you that.