Something I was always amused by in Cameroon was how much stuff and people Cameroonians would shove/stack/transport into/on cars, trucks, vans, etc…
I marveled at watching a motorcycle tow another motorcycle on top of it. I cringed when following behind vehicles where objects were only being held on by an arm out the window. I rolled my eyes when the weight capacity was being exceeded and you can see the frame of the vehicle bend. You just don’t see that kind of overloading happen on vehicles in the USA.
Jonah and I were driving home from his school last week and were two cars behind a car that had a large object straddling its hood. When the car turned it became obvious what the mystery object was – it was a metal futon straddling the hood with heavy objects in the middle holding it down onto the car as it drove down the road. It made me think of Cameroon.
The person driving the car no doubt thought “I’ve got it. I’ve got it.” Amazing the things that can touch our memory and bring a smile to our face.