Yesterday I finished the bogolan I started the day I got the malaria attack, and here it is, drying in the sun. It shows signs of delirium, but I am quite pleased with it nevertheless! (note the man standing on the oil drum in the background- he always stands there, his function is to pass the mud to Baba, who is on the roof. At the same time he reminds me of a Greek sculpture, placed in perfect symmetry between Baba's turrets.)