Last Friday we had wheels, it wasn’t blazing hot season and Pape had been doing well, so the timing was just right. Time to take him to the village!
We went out to Miname, where I lived when we were here before. It had been about two years since our last visit, so it was great to get back and see people.
The village chief, Moussa Ndiaye, still looks the same as he did eight years ago. My good friend Bintou has had three more kids, bringing her total into double digits. My ‘baby’ has grown up and is in second grade. Her brother (the one who used to climb the bars on our windows) goes to school in a town nearby. They sent him to live with Bintou’s brother who did not have any sons. I asked Bintou if that was a hard decision and she said yes, but he’ll get a better education and be able to take care of her when she’s old.
There were handshakes, laughter, pictures, stories and a platter of ceebu jen followed by a round of attaya. Oh, and Pape was a big hit, of course.