Back to Diabolo

A little later Dembele and I got on our motorcycles and went  across the emerald green fields  once more to Diabolo in the midday sunlight which is stronger in the rainy season when the air is washed clean of its habitual dust layer.  We brought our  present to Aissata, who had finished the bogolan cloth. She was very happy and gave me a whole litany of blessings: ‘may Allah bless you’, may Allah bless your children’, may Allah bless your husband’, may Allah give you long life’and many, many  more, between each of which the response is ‘Amina.’