Corn Hole comes to Africa

Being Red Blooded Americans we like our good ole American cookout games. I set out last week to make one of my favorite games, Corn hole. I found a little wooden shack carpenter who spoke just a little more english than I do Wolof. I came armed with a printed diagram of the board complete with all measurements very well labeled. To me it seemed very straight forward to me, two half boxes with a hole cut in each everything else is spelled out on the diagram. Well it took me about 40 minutes to explain to 2 people how to make it, completely drawing the diagram again, helping him draw the diagram again, then drawing the diagram on a piece of plywood. Many hand gestures and wooden puppetry ensued. Finally he says yes I can make it. So we go get supplies, fat bald toubab and little Gambian trotting across the busy Fajara highway carrying a bag of glue and nails and an 8 foot sheet of plywood. At this point I think people come outside when they see me coming to determine what the bloody hell I am up to this time. Next comes the bags. Yeah try explaining that one to an African tailor; Me: Hello, can you sew this fabric into 7 inch square bags so I can fill it with rice and seal it up to use in a game-- Her: (In very good english) I dont understand anything you are telling me, my english is not very good...Three sewing shops later, mission accomplished. Went to pick up the boards; holes were 3 inches too low, legs were 3 inches too short and on the wrong end. Oh well, I fixed the legs and Nikki and I painted them. This weekend its GAME ON..