Welcome to Nioro!
I sat cross-legged on the mat, eight attentive, little faces looking at me wide-eyed. Glancing down at my notebook in my lap, I...
Waaw, Am Naa Jekker
“So, five people are ok? You are sure we are not going to get stopped?” Olivia spoke in slow and enunciated English to make sure our...
Friday Night at the Tailor's
I carefully sidestepped the potential attack zone of the ram, whose pawing hoof was tied up with only a ratty string. The horns gleamed...
International Women's Day
We crowded around the table to see the list we had written so far of “Reasons to Celebrate International Women’s Day.” I leaned back to...
America's Fear of Organized Religion
Religion is intertwined in all of my life’s most significant revelations, joys, disappointment and risks. Though sometimes at odds with...
The Music of Dakar
Each swerving turn and sudden brake causes our bodies to sway together with an intimacy usually reserved for lovers, a unison akin to a...
The Journey of a Uniform Skirt
She snuck in sheepishly, knowing she was one of the last to arrive. She glanced shyly in our direction before sliding onto the bench,...
Ah, it's Grand, Sure
-“Howya?” “Grand, sure, you know.” -“Ah yeah, grand, grand.” “Right, and how’s the family?” -“Ahh fine, sure, can’t complain, thank God.”...
Teranga
I am writing this post from Dakar’s only fresh fruit and veggie juice bar. Yes, I did manage to track down a place where I could use the...
Education in Senegal & L'Empire des Enfants
“But who brings the children here?” We were sitting in a small but colorful classroom. Children’s artwork covered the walls, their ages...
