one way. but which way?
Lamine, 45, Dakar, makes exotic leather goods (35 years old)
Babs and I were on our way out of the market when we passed this guy nailing snake skins to a board. My curiosity was peaked and we spent about 20 minutes with him as he told us the process of making goods from snakeskin and crocodile skin. He was very nice and eager to show his work. When I asked him his age he said 35, which was clearly a lie. We all laughed and laughed and laughed. I was too embarrass to guess his real age so I laughed through my “Je ne sais pas”s as he kept insisting I guess. It was good fun laughing with him in the market and not feeling like he wanted anything for me just because I was a foreigner. Of course he asked if I was married, but he was not pushy. He energy kept me smiling for the rest of the day.
Amicole, 50, Graniyof, sells fruits de mare
I saw her working in the market. The women of Dakar know how to dress!
Ibbo, 50, Goree Island, artist/tour guide
A kind man who is very proud of who he is and where he comes from.
Samba, 41, Dakar, artist
A very quiet man who works in an artist collective making art pieces with sand.
Mohammed, 34, Toubab Dialaw, artist
I watched Mohammed from the Terrace of our room. I saw him swimming and wondered if the water was not cold on his skin. He dived in and out of the water and did light exercises. I decided to take a walk and met him on my way. We sat down and chatted for a while. He asked me to meet him later. Because he was trying to speak English, I understood “gritty”. I had no idea what he was saying. He should me a bag with a white substance in it and I left shortly there after. I told the Italian that I think a man offered me drugs. After taking to the above MOhammed who asked me to meet him for tea, I understood that this Mohammed was trying to say “green tea”. Ha. I met him later for tea which is a big thing in Senegal. It was lovely, but he was trying to hit on me and I had to respectfully decline.
Diamniadio, 33, sebikotane, driver
When we were on our way to Toubab Dialaw we stopped in a taxi park. We waited for about 20 minutes, buying lots of snacks from vendors in our boredom, then our taxi driver told us he would not drive us further. We were then transferred to the car of Diamnladlo, a kind man who thought that I was 25. :-)
Bara, 63, Goree Island, artist
Smooth. Just smooth.