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Dejeuner
The head is considered the tastiest part of the fish and the eyes a particular delicacy. One man’s fish…
Mbodiene
Be happy, young man, while you are young,
and let your heart give you joy in the days of your youth.
So on the ocean of life we pass
Years later I still remember eyes that met mine on city streets and in museums, on car rapides and in the village. We’re only souls poured into skin, I could have been anyone.
Rainy season
Dakar has a rainy season from July to September, with oppressive temperatures and high humidity.
While the rains in Senegal are necessary to bring life and growth to the villages the same rains can carry death and disease into Dakar. Due to mass rural exodus and poor city planning Dakar was built without taking into account the geographical horsts and grabens, therefore much of the city floods during the rainy season, bringing sewage into homes and schools and creating a breeding ground for malaria-borne mosquitoes and outbreaks of cholera.
The day these photos were taken the president appeared on the news falsely telling the rest of the world the floodwater had been pumped out of Dakar streets and the threats of disease eradicated. To those that live here the implication is that disaster aid funds given to Senegal had been used to line bureaucratic pockets instead of for their intended purpose. A very common practice in a corrupt government such as this one.
While Senegal remains one of the safest African countries to live, the people are afraid to speak out against the government for fear of the very real threat of retaliation.
Ceebu Yapp
Rice, lamb, manioc, carrots, cabbage, tomato, oil, mustard, onion, salt, bay leaves, garlic, pepper.
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain
-Paul Simon
More that pulses in the ocean than the tide
the moon endlessly orbits the beach pulling sand out to sea until one morning you wake up and the Atlantic is at your doorstep, asking for a cup of sugar and to sit for a while, chat about the weather.
“To know what would have happened, child? No. Nobody is ever told that.”
“But anyone can find out what will happen,” said Aslan, “If you go back to the others now, and wake them up; and tell them you have seen me again; and that you must all get up at once and follow me—what will happen? There is only one way of finding out.”











