Upon arrival in Senegal, I was quickly reminded that the Gender and Sexual Revolutions of the 20th century did not make it across the Atlantic. I have never been a big fan of domestic duties in general and in my real family chores were pretty equally distributed amongst my brothers and me. In Senegal, there was no such distribution. The woman is the center of the household. Without her work, very little in the house would be done. Husbands and sons occasionally have a few errands to run for the household but for the most part the home space is a resting space. Females from an early age take on main responsibility in the household. My eleven year old sister in my second homestay in Senegal cooked at least once a day for the family, swept daily, ran errands to the small neighborhood convenience stores, and took care of my 3 year old rambunctious brother- all while managing school work. Because I was still considered a visitor in my host family, I was not allowed to help my eleven year old host sister in many of her daily chores (although eventually my idle hands were put on semi-regular babysitting and cooking duty). It was really difficult for me to understand why an eleven year old student was cleaning the kitchen and yard before studying; while her brother watched television- my host mom could not understand it any other way. In Senegal, many families believe that it is important for young girls to learn the work that it takes to run a household so that they can make good future wives and mothers. So while washing dishes may not be my top priority, and I am nowhere near thinking of how to become a good wife, my eleven year old sister, on the other hand, is already acting like a mini Yaay et Jabar (mother and wife in Wolof).