One of many lovely things about Wolof

On my first trip to Senegal back in 2011, I remember hopping in a taxi from the airport and hearing mbalax on the radio. It is a frenetic musical genre, vocals soaring over manic sabar drumming. A dj would interrupt the song every five seconds or so, playing the role...

Small town problems

Before I get back to birds there is something that I want to mention that is probably not worth your time but this is my blog and as long as I continue to be demoralized about more important topics I will most likely be writing about stuff like this. Despite 17 years...

How I became obsessed with birds

Photo from wikicommons. Many months ago I started noticing an early morning birdsong. I first heard it when I woke up. Then I heard it everywhere. I couldn’t for the life of me spot the bird.  Not having a visual made it difficult to identify the culprit. But...

Leaving Bamako, Starting a New Life, Resurrecting this Blog

Uprooting your life after over a decade of calling a place home is worth talking about, but it is not really the point of this post. For one, I am tired of talking about it. For two, the permanence of this move is unclear. Someone called it a test run and that is what...