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The Famous Drummer who had no Money
Darwin Lopez
2017-02-15
It was a chill day today, I read 50 pages of this one Spanish novel it had at me curious. I loved it! Later at night though things got a bit wild. As I started hearing loud music and laughter outside my room it caught my attention so I went outside to check it out....
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Transportation
Nyles Davidheiser
2017-02-15
Blog#3 Senegalese Transportation In this blog you will see pictures of the different means of transportation along with personal experienced situations since my time here in Senegal. – Vehicles continue moving when turned off – Doors open sometimes...
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Tabaski
Nyles Davidheiser
2017-02-13
TABASKI- The day Abraham was willing to sacrifice his one and only son by his wife Sarah, in respect to an order given by GOD. Just when he is about to do this act, the voice of GOD began speaking to him, and further granting him a sheep for killing. It was originally asked of...
Read MoreTraditional Family Organization
Nyles Davidheiser
2017-02-13
Traditional Family Organization MOTHER FATHER THE SISTERS THE BROTHERS OF YOUR OF YOUR FATHER MOTHER ARE ARE YOUR YOUR MOTHERS. FATHERS. The brothers of The sisters...
Read MoreOusmane Unchained: Now That’s Accurate
Nicholas Montano
2017-02-13
During my first 3 to 4 months in Senegal, the only movie I possessed was Django Unchained. I have watched Django countless of times to the point where it is singed into my brain. One afternoon, I purchased a slingshot at the local market that arrives every Sunday. Most of my free afternoons consisted of...
Read MoreBlue. Sir.
Holt Mettee
2017-02-08
Two white roosters eat rice spilled on the ground outside next to an empty pack of Sir cigarettes matching their red combs, white feathers. Inside, Baaba sits on the blue plastic chair in front of yellow wall. Listens to the radio placed in front of blue curtain in doorway. Peanut shells at feet. The two...
Read MoreSinthiouroudji.
Holt Mettee
2017-02-08
Thunder in the distance. Far away lightning illuminates the silhouettes of corn fields, silk swirling in the cool moonlit nighttime breeze like after lunch cigarettes. Baaba an sits on the floor of his room, folding, needing, ringing his prayer beads in his big hands. Looks up, chin towards sky, then down. Forehead to beads in...
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Holt Mettee
2017-02-08
My brother, my sister’s boyfriend, and the man that works at the corner store across the street shuffle hurriedly past my bedroom door each holding a leg of the sheep. Its limp body sways to the prayer from the mosque. Youssou’s in the back now sitting down in the kitchen doorway that leads to the...
Read MoreMorning Brother.
Holt Mettee
2017-02-08
Youssca stands outside framed by the door frame. Backlit by pinky orange painted walls. Cigarette smoke and steam from café touba join, mingle, intertwine. Fill the space in between green palm tree leaves. Swim trunks, bare chest. Inhales. Exhales. Kisses the morning.
Read MorePink.
Holt Mettee
2017-02-08
Today it rained. The low tiled and mosaic alleys that separate concrete pastel houses flooded into rushing orange brown rivers, picking up pieces of litter and orange flowers from the trees. The prayer from the nearby mosque harmonizes with the francophone hip hop playing on the kitchen radio. Pots and pans, sizzling fish and the...
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