Wednesday, September 06, 2006

While Keita was busy healing the sick children of the Bozo villages, dispensing anti-malarial serums etc I amused myself by terrifying the few remaining healthy ones. This is not quite as reprehensible as it sounds; it never fails to entertain and it is very easily accomplished: all one needs to do, as a toubab, is to walk down the middle of the village. The mere sight of white skin is guaranteed to scatter the children in all directions, running for their life and screaming at the top of their voices.
According to the 'dogotiges' in all the Bozo villages where we choose to stop, no toubab had, to their knowledge, ever set their foot in their village before.
But at the end the children calmed down and we made friends, as I think you can see from the picture below. Posted by Picasa


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