"I saw you a week ago on the ferry from Nigeria!"
Stunned, I took a minute to form a response to the man who owned the copy shop across the road from the police station in Bitam, Gabon. And when I did form one, it was lacking in articulateness.
"Yes, from Calabar."
Damn, he was right. I started laughing. He laughed too, and then explained why the police had asked him to come across the street to translate for me.
"They want a copy of your visa. Here, I will take your passport and make it for you in my copy shop."