Now, I was wearing a below-the knees flowered skirt, had my hair down, curly, below my shoulders, was wearing large dangling silver ear rings. NO MEN here wear skirts, have long hair, or wear ear rings. I was feeling pretty ugly actually, as this kid could not get her head around the fact that someone who looked like me could be female. Then I realized the problem. I had sat in the car behind the steering wheel, and was preparing to DRIVE. The activity of driving seemed to trump the clues of skirts and ear rings. The bajungu are bizarre . . but surely if one drives, it must be male. Her friends corrected her, explaining loudly that I was, in fact, female.
So, just another missionary contribution to the world, rocking primary-school-girls' gender identity, by the mind-blowing reality of a WOMAN DRIVER.