2009-11-08
Its pretty likely that upon arrival as a guest or even a visitor in a Senegalese home, you will be given a new name. The head of the household, usually the most elderly woman, will probably name you after someone very dear to her, or even herself. In Dakar I was Astou, Astou deux to ...
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Earlier today as I sat on a stool just outside the entrance to the kitchen, here in my new home in Sebikotane, sifting rice, I thought back on our arrival yesterday that already felt so long ago. Sifting rice is a good thinking activity. You let the sand-like white grains run through your fingers as you scan...
Read More2009-11-07
As a female here in Senegal, I am often asked if I know how to cook. This is just one of several questions that are posed to me on a daily basis which require in my answer “Aux Etats-Unis, je suis vegetarienne.” People are quick to accept my explanation of why I eat meat while...
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On tuesday our schedules took us to a beautiful little town call Acul where we had to do publicity for a campaign to promote the use of reading glasses for people older than 35 years old who has lost their vision with time. “Soluciones Comunitarias” the organization we do the campaigns with also gives protector...
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On Saturday, around 8:15AM, Ian, our team leader Luis, Maria Clara, and I left the department of Santo Tomas. I was so excited with the idea of being in Nebaj and starting my apprenticeship in education with youth at the community center in “La Pista,” a little town a few minutes outside of Nebaj. The...
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On Saturday, around 8:15AM, Ian, our team leader Luis, Maria Clara, and I left the department of Santo Tomas. I was so excited with the idea of being in Nebaj and starting my apprenticeship in education with youth at the community center in “La Pista,” a little town a few minutes outside of Nebaj. The...
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On Sunday, while my host parents Josefina and Omar went to the community cemetery to decorate the graves of their parents with the wreaths I helped them make, I went with the other fellows to a town called Santiago, famous for its huge kite festival. Upon arriving, we walked about 2 miles down a street...
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