Some Malians I Know

Arouna (pictured), a 24-year-old car mechanic who also sells phone credit and raises sheep and chickens. Madina, who is studying to be a lawyer. Mohamed, a high school English teacher who collects water from rivers around the world (he was over a dozen samples...

Help me pull off my biggest camel drawing mission to date

I’m on my way back to Mali as I write this. Bus to New York. Subway to JFK. Flight to Brussels. Hang out for two days. Flight to Lisbon. Flight to Bamako. Despite whatever fatigue I may experience, I am gearing up for a record breaking camel drawing mission that...

Remembering Chéché Dramé

While waiting for a customs agent to come to an agreement with a man that had many jerry cans of palm oil on our minibus, we stood in the road and listened to Chéché Dramé on my girlfriend’s cellphone. Trucks and busses tore past, slaloming around potholes,...

Photos from Abidjan in August

Outside of a trip to Bassam, I have been in Abidjan for most of August. The city — one of the more energetic and nocturnal places I’ve ever spent time in — has felt a bit deflated. Ramadan, cool August weather, a proliferation of police checkpoints...