Do you know this expression? Its origins may be lost deep in the fog of history, or it may not be that remote. The full expressions is West Africa Wins Again. Does it being to make sense now?
In our case here, I was wawa’ed regarding new inventory, specifically INDIGO cloth, a sizable shipment of which I was to be receiving this month, but it was not to be. My friend who winters in West Africa was to have met with her “fixer” in Dakar, but he was hospitalized with bleeding ulcers, unfortunately a not uncommon problem for anxious ambitions but ultimately thwarted youngish married men in Africa who have all the responsibilities of wife and children and few opportunities to support them even in a modest manner.
Then, my friend’s husband was not able to return to the US with them, so even if she had been able to dash into Dakar to see the supplier man, who had saved the fabric for her, she was alone in the airport with 3 children 10 years of age and under, and not enough cash at the time to facilitate the transaction.
So I’m disappointed, yes, but the worst WAWAs happen to the folks who live there and struggle to make ends meet, to keep their hopes and enthusiasm alive in the face of a daily grind of uncertainty. So maybe we’ll get a shipment of fabric later, and maybe not.