sama waa ker gi ci senegal ak amerik
I didn’t pack anything green to wear today. But as it were, the amount of attention given to Saint Patrick’s Day in Senegal just happens to be…none. In fact, ask an employee in a resto/bar named “Le Celtic” if there are special festivities for le jour de Saint-Patrick, and you will probably be met with a) a quizzical brow or b) dismissive laughter. In any case, happy Saint...
Well, friends, I’m back in (what I now consider) luxurious Dakar. I’m showing a little wear and tear, physically and emotionally, but I’m finding my lion’s heart and staying in good spirits. Kedougou was a fickle lover: intense, hot, violent, beautiful. All in all, it was a rough week for all of us. Kedougou is unspeakably hot and dry, like stepping inside an oven. The...
lekkal li na neex waye solal li neex nit ni — eat what you will, but wear...– Wolof proverb. ok, now I’m really leaving for the villages, I swear.
This morning, I walked out the door of my house, and for the first time didn’t feel like an 18-month-old. I held my purse strap across the front of my body, careful but confident, and headed down the streets of Ouakam to the bus stop. Here’s a little picture of a typical morning walk/ride to SIT: I am always met with stares. I smile at the women and stare blankly forward when I walk...