Waiting

I've spent the better part of the last three days waiting to take a Liberian senator's picture. The Capital Hill building is a strange place. It looks like a place that was once gaudy-fancy, and is now just decrepit-gaudy. Even though Ellen Johnson Sirleaf is Africa's first female elected leader, women still can't wear pants in the building. The cafeteria is full of political types drinking beer and arguing before noon, and one of the ladies selling sodas was watching a clip of porn on repeat on her phone. I'm hoping tomorrow will be the big day and I'll actually get to take a picture of the senator instead of just the empty cafeteria. The senator knows why I'm there, waiting, and he knows that I know why he's delaying. His handlers have promised it will happen tomorrow, that I might even go to his house for lunch. I'm not holding by breath, but I am crossing my fingers.