Author Archives: Katrina Braun

“How was Africa?”

Well: this is the point where I’m expected to say something really brilliant. There’s some overarching, preferably tear-inducing point to be found in this whole thing, and, as in a good conclusion to a school paper, I’m about to remind … Continue reading

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“Bienvenue à Dakar”

Someone said that to me yesterday – welcomed me here. I’m leaving tomorrow. I can hardly fathom that it’s been four months and neither, apparently, can the random tubaab-swarmers. Someone asked me, a few days ago on the street, where … Continue reading

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“I am here only.”

…Even if I was not, last night, from an internet availability perspective, and thus could not post this in accordance with my Tuesday habit. Frustrating though it was, this particular cutout was at least rather appropriate given the content of … Continue reading

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“Donne-moi un cadeau!”

Looking up at him under the hot press sun, I had to note that Louis Faidherbe didn’t look so great. Aside from the fact that he seemed generally out of place silhouetted against the water cut with large, brightly-painted pirogues, … Continue reading

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“The sheep just fell through the roof.”

I know, I know. Most of you are probably already aware of this incident. But, when events on the order of large mammals crashing unexpectedly through bedroom ceilings occur in one’s life, I feel that one needs to make the … Continue reading

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“Yeah, things are a little different here.”

In the early hours of last Monday morning, I was cold for the first time since August. Over the past nearly three months, particularly lately as the hot and rainy season fades, I’ve been only slightly too warm, sure. Even … Continue reading

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“My son, you have the army and you have money; organize elections and you will win.”

First off, another disclaimer: Next Tuesday you will once again be deprived of my weekly post; I’m going on a rural visit. I don’t yet know where I’m going, as the program directors are scheduled to inform us of this … Continue reading

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“Actually, I have five husbands already – thanks anyway.”

And the weird part is that sometimes even that won’t make them go away. By “them,” I mean, of course, the men. They’re everywhere: on street corners, in shops, on transit, at social events. And, yes, I know that the … Continue reading

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“You know, guys… we’re halfway done.”

On Friday, I’ll have been in Senegal for two months. Two months from today, I’m flying out of the Dakar airport. I figure, then, that this is a good time for a midpoint check-in, of sorts. Have my perceptions of … Continue reading

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“In Senegal, pretty girls don’t walk. We take them places in vehicles.”

Often, though, I’ve found, walking is more comfortable. I did not mention this at the time, as walking is also significantly more time-consuming, and I was presently being offered a ride. I’m going to give you the disclaimer now: this … Continue reading

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