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| K & Babakar |
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| Baobab grove at her village |
It’s hard to describe how much I enjoyed being in Kaitlyn’s village. The twice or thrice daily bucket showers under the African sky [combat dust and SWEAT!], hearing Kaitlyn converse in Wolof with so many different people and families, hearing them call out to her to visit or ask a question (Diougol Cissé! over & over: Joogul- her Wolof name, I was Janeba Cissé), the kids shy laughter & curiosity at seeing an older Toubab (white person), the amazing simple beauty of the women and girls (sorry guys, some of the men/boys were too, but not like the women), sitting around in the evening chatting while the men listened to World Cup on radios, breaking the Ramadan fast at the communal bowl with them (and the ladies breaking up the big pieces and tossing the choicest pieces in front of us, even though they had been fasting since before dawn), the joy on the kids’ faces as they played with the simple toys I brought, the wise looking baobab trees, meeting Simba kitty, getting Kaitlyn to rescue me when there was a big squiggly centiede AND an opposum hanging out at K’s ‘bathroom’ before we went to sleep under the canopy of stars. It was pretty special.
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