The boys play. The gather in circles, singing and throwing their hands into the middles as if they were involved in a high-stakes poker game. They run around, chasing each other and screaming. They act like children.
The girls play. They pile into small classrooms and sweep out each dust particle. They giggle, but work hard. All the women they know sweep. It’s hard to decipher if they were ordered to do the task or do it out of habit. They act like adults in training.