In the caves of Missikoro
The chief of Adeles village and me
me and Fatima's baby boy
my coworkers and me at work
opening xmas presents
with Echins kids in front of their mini petting farm
mom and will reading
will at dogon country
the fam
will and dad on a boat in mopti
mom, will; and me in a boat
will and dad on a boat in mopti
mom, will; and me in a boat
it's bath time
sheep in transport
will and dad in mopti
sheep in transport
will and dad in mopti
Last Sunday, I was walking to lunch with Ben and there was chaos. There was a group of people crowded in the intersection. We were walking closer, and then everybody started running AWAY from where we were walking. We turned around, and then the gas hit us. It burned my throat, eyes, and I really thought my nose was bleeding. According to some Malians we asked on the street, a police man caused an accident. A mob then gathered and ripped down the police station and then beat up the police that caused the accident. The Malians said that the individual in the accident was killed, but the next day at work, my homologue said that was false.
This was a big week for me. We had 3 tourists come!!! And, they are from Canada so I could effectively communicate with them! They were super nice, and I do hope I was able to provide them with accurate information.
I am currently dog sitting these next few weeks. I can only imagine the conversations I have sparked. “So, I saw this tubab walking, holding a string connected to a dog! Can you believe that? How weird!” I am confident that is the first time many Malians have seen a dog on a leash. Instead of watching out for neighborhood dogs, I have to watch out for street dogs, donkeys, sheep, and goats. It’s the street dogs I am mainly concerned about because they look at little Keno like an appetizer. Keno’s a character. She eats rocks. No seriously. I think there must be a vitamin deficiency because that’s just not normal. She also likes to take rests in the shade during our walks. A lady yesterday looked at me when Keno refused to go any further (laying in the shade) and said, “Your dog is tired.” I just laughed.
I was planning on going to the Segou music festival, but I can’t because the money is due 2 days before I am going to Bamako. I am a little disappointed, but I have no doubt I will find another way to use the money.
Going to Bamako for a presentation this week!
This was a big week for me. We had 3 tourists come!!! And, they are from Canada so I could effectively communicate with them! They were super nice, and I do hope I was able to provide them with accurate information.
I am currently dog sitting these next few weeks. I can only imagine the conversations I have sparked. “So, I saw this tubab walking, holding a string connected to a dog! Can you believe that? How weird!” I am confident that is the first time many Malians have seen a dog on a leash. Instead of watching out for neighborhood dogs, I have to watch out for street dogs, donkeys, sheep, and goats. It’s the street dogs I am mainly concerned about because they look at little Keno like an appetizer. Keno’s a character. She eats rocks. No seriously. I think there must be a vitamin deficiency because that’s just not normal. She also likes to take rests in the shade during our walks. A lady yesterday looked at me when Keno refused to go any further (laying in the shade) and said, “Your dog is tired.” I just laughed.
I was planning on going to the Segou music festival, but I can’t because the money is due 2 days before I am going to Bamako. I am a little disappointed, but I have no doubt I will find another way to use the money.
Going to Bamako for a presentation this week!
1 comment:
Enjoyed looking at the pics! Fond memories. The "your dog is tired" comment was so funny; I'm sure when I was there they were muttering "your mom is tired."
Mah Coulibally,
a.k.a. mom
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