A poem about doves and some other bird art

I can’t remember the last time I wrote a poem. It was surely part of an exercise at school. What I am really trying to say is that I don’t think I have ever written a poem voluntarily. So, here we are. My first poem that was not written under duress: Red...

Our One Star Review

In 2019, I had a red bump on my forehead that would not go away. I applied different creams and ointments. I tried covering it up, I tried airing it out. Nothing worked. I thought that maybe my skin was irritated by my motorbike helmet. But when I went to the states...

Culling the newsletter herd

Yes, the decluttering of our digital life that people talk about. I am really doing my best to follow the latest self-help trends. Even birding is apparently what you should be doing now! I was subscribed to many newsletters, but when I separated the wheat the chaff,...

Wasn’t Senegal’s democracy supposed to collapse?

Part of this appeared in our Scoot West Africa Patreon. Senegalese democracy in turmoil — is it the end? This is what we heard for months. The whole thing was about to collapse. Protests had been violently suppressed, the internet repeatedly throttled, and the...

My daughter’s breakfast

I garnished my daughter’s breakfast yesterday morning. Bintou cooked the crepes, but I applied the chocolate. I don’t always apply the chocolate. Bintou often does that, too. As I was spreading the Nutella around, Bintou repeatedly mentioned that I need to...