Abdolaye...updated

So I have received a few emails of people asking about what is up with the latest drama and our friend Abdolaye. You know Ian and I keep talking about how we almost need a whole separate blog sometimes for our Abdolaye stories. He is a case study in cultural differences and things being lost in translation.
Let me first state that Abdolaye is a good person. I think he means well and its clear he's in a funny place in his life. His father, a very respected scientist, passed away this past year. Abdolaye is the oldest son, 27, and yet to be married and is only partially employed. he never finished school. Lets just say he has a few unresolved issues. Regardless, he always shows up with a smile on his face and at least the intention of doing good.
He's almost like a comic book version of himself at times. He splashes water all over everything, almost ruining some of Ian's field books. He started pouring dirty water down the sink and backed up the drain something fierce. And seriously, every time he comes, there has only been one time(when he had somewhere else to be) that he doesn't spend at least an hour inexplicably sitting quietly and alone on our couch.
Regardless, he's doing his job, responding when we ask something to be done differently (like not splashed all over the place), so there is nothing we can, in good conscience, do. We just have to keep feeding him, riding out the awkward silences, and learn our own strange things we do that seem to make him finally go...seems every time I start cooking he decides its time to leave.
Also, he and Marshall adore each other. Marshall gets so excited when Abdolaye shows up and takes him. Abdolaye loves Marshall so much that the day after Tabaski, he came by in his super fancy clothes with his friend who is a professional photographer to make sure to get a picture of Abdolaye holding Marshall.
Abdolaye has a young friend, Moussa, who lives 2 doors down who is equally as awkward, although his intentions are a bit more clear. Ian let him play his PSP for about 3 hours the first day he was over here. He keeps coming for another shot at it. Moussa supposedly is in high school with the desire to go to college and become an accountant, although I see him out and about in the neighborhood, just about every day.
So thats whats up with Abdolaye. He's on his way now and Ian, again, has something that HAS to be done today. Seems to always be the case the days that Abdolaye comes...