A retrospective: Banjul

In Banjul: there are open sewers criss-crossed by overhead telegraph poles. there are rusty tin-roofed buildings with moats of standing water. industrial rubbish lines the streets. naturally, there is dust. At the tranquil intersection of Daniel Goddard Street and Independence Avenue, a man pisses against a wall. In any other global city this would be... Continue Reading →

Cap Skirring

We descend the rang-rang [dust road] surrounded by dense vegetation. Eventually it swings around and Mamadou and I catch our first glimpse of sand. From here to Venezuela there is only sea. We emerge onto a vast beach. Atlantic waves crash powerfully onto the distant shoreline. We walk towards Guinea-Bissau, taking care to avoid rabid... Continue Reading →

Filming, Street Children, Development and Religion (but no lunch) all in my first day back in Senegal after five years.

We're outside a 'daara', or koranic school for street children (talibes). There's a film crew from Lebanon, a drone pilot from Ghana (for aerial shots) and a TV news reporter from New York. They are documenting the experience of the talibes, and so they've asked Issa to take them to an 'especially terrible' daara -... Continue Reading →

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