During my time in Senegal I have had my fair share of confusing moments.
In the early stages I often felt as observer without understanding. I still feel that way at the farm I work at. For a few days a week I spend my time at a farm where they speak Serer, not Wolof. I often find myself wandering around at the farm, listening to all the sounds and voices, but struggling to understand what the Serer voices are all about. But it is still beautiful. And here is a taste of it.
