I have to say, working at the reference desk is my joy. I love interacting with patrons and sometimes the strangest questions just make my day. And I am learning to be ready for any question. Ready for anything! Today, I got asked if I am married. This is the first time I’ve been asked this, very bluntly, at the library, and I think this is where my growing up in Africa really becomes useful to me a work. See, in the country where I grew up, random strangers can show up and ask you, without knowing you, if you are married (and if they can marry you, right now!!!). Mostly, men are the ones asking. And the women receiving these sudden proposals, annoyed about this as we might be, we are very used to it. We answer or we don’t and we move on. So when I am at work, it is like I am in Africa all over again. And someone can show up to the desk and ask me if I am single. And the patron, a man, might even go beyond this and suggest the I consider having dinner with him, giving things a chance. Yes, I am sure my inner and outer feminist wants to scream. But my inner and outer African Woman is right at home. Bring it on! Bring it on!