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...

38 Things for 38 Years

These kinds of posts used to be popular back in the youth of my blog so I will give it a go and see if that is still the case. They are also easier to write because they can be completely incoherent. I’m supposed to now say something like number 8 really...

Mali on the verge of liberating Africa?

Do I want to wade into these waters? Not really. I have relatively flimsy toubab-in-Mali credentials to be talking about pan-Africanist critiques of the neocolonial order. But maybe someone can help me see something that I’m missing. By now you may have heard...

Adventure as an art form

“TIA” – this is Africa. Seasoned travelers, country counters and a certain class of expats adore this phrase. I regret to say that I may have used it at one point in my life. Thankfully I have suppressed those memories long enough to not know when...

Africans dead at sea

Google “Africans dead at sea” and the thousands of links that pop up have nothing to do with the 2 million Africans that died during the middle passage. It’s Africans dead at sea now. Not forced onto ships but forced out to sea, locked out of the...

End of 2019 Life Update

In my last post, I was in South Africa. I was having skin cancer removed from my forehead and we were preparing to move our hotel and restaurant in Bamako. That was 6 months ago. July and August were difficult months. The new landlord of what is now the old sleeping...