2012-05-02
On my first day in Senegal, I somehow lost 40,000 francs CFA. Welcome to Africa, kid. Since then, I’ve received plenty. Free love! And also, completely for free: -A leather/snakeskin pouch from a guy in the touristy artisanal market who tried to rip me off, but then softened when I told him I had no...
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2012-01-30
No one has ever called the mosque in Potou graceful. Maybe when it was first built, maybe then they said that it was a good mosque: a clunky, stumpy tower which served to regularly pierce heaven with forceful cries of God’s goodness. Potou, the town of a thousand Allahu Akbars before dawn. She sat looking...
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2012-01-03
Becoming who we are. Everyone told us this experience would change us, shape us. Sure, I said. I was in it for the adventure, not the personal development. These past four and a half months have seen plenty of adventures. My words were the first words several Senegalese babies ever heard. I’ve spoken on the...
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2011-10-05
It’s easy to feel competent. Easy, that is, until you find yourself spending the week in a Senegalese village with only a basic knowledge of Wolof and no Western toilet! During my first week of village life, my name became Awa, after the first of my father’s two wives, and my journal became my new best...
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I’m Megan White, mover extraordinaire.I call myself this because it’s what I do. For the past year or so I’ve been living in upstate New York, but I’ve moved all over the US. I jam the synthetic material of my small black suitcase into the overhead compartment, dirty socks and favorite books bulging against the...
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