2016-06-01
I have attended a good amount of awkward dinners. The times are plentiful where I have unintentionally crashed a dinner and nobody has had the courage to tell me to leave. Leaving me to awkwardly sit at the dinner table feeling like an imposter and picking up on the subtle hint that tells me that the dinner was intended for someone other...
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2016-06-01
When I told my host mother I was soon to leave Senegal, she paused for a second and said she would cry an awful lot. I was sure this was a true sign of her appreciating me. She took a second pause and told me to send her 500 euros as soon as I would get home. I...
Read More2016-02-09
During my time in Senegal I have had my fair share of confusing moments. In the early stages I often felt as observer without understanding. I still feel that way at the farm I work at. For a few days a week I spend my time at a farm where they speak Serer, not Wolof. I often find myself...
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I appreciate taking part of the experiences that people share through blog posts. To understand something given through the perspective of the writer, and to feel present with the writer. Yet I have been apprehensive about sharing my own experience here in Senegal. Giving friends and family a few juicy snippets through occasional blog posts seemed appealing when...
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2016-06-05
In my first blog post I made a soundtrack which featured the various sounds that surrounded me at the farm I worked at. At the end of my global citizen year all those sounds that had initially confused me, were now sounds that I connected with a deep sense of familiarity and belonging. That language...
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2016-06-01
On the flip side of being fortune to have wonderful people come into your life there is a straining process attached having to say goodbye to all the people who pass in and out of your life. It was in early April when I spent my last Senegalese days at the farm of the Mbaye family that I learned the importance of how to say goodbye to...
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