Nous Sommes Ensemble
Tess Langan
May 25, 2011
I left my little blue wallet with my two credit cards, half of my monthly stipend, a hundred dollar travelers check that my visiting mom had posed there, my emergency contact information, and the scribbled passwords for both of my credit cards in a local boutique when I went to buy a little sack of...
Read MoreSenegal in Numbers
Tess Langan
May 11, 2011
1) Bottle of shampoo that I brought with me and made last for 7 months, economizing by occasionally tilling my hair into neat corn rows and forgoing shampooing. 1) Thin beach towel that has traveled with me from Dakar to Saint Louis to Mbour, from cool showers, to colder showers, to beautiful beaches. We took...
Read MoreThe Girl at The Glass
Tess Langan
May 2, 2011
After living here for six months, however, I no longer find myself comparing life in America to life in Senegal...Instead, I find myself comparing Tess American to Tess Senegalese.
Read MoreUnplanned Parenthood
Tess Langan
March 28, 2011
I came to Senegal with high hopes of embarking out on my own and weaning myself off the comfortable interdependence of my family. There were my dreams and then, there was the reality. I am now an eighteen –year old, self-defined feminist …with a two-year child. Alaine and I walk hand in hand to school...
Read MoreThe Men in Africa Not Doing That
Tess Langan
March 21, 2011
What gives me hope is that the load Senegalese women carry is unable to lower their regal carriage or proud chins.
Read MoreFacts of Life
Tess Langan
February 16, 2011
This piece was featured in the Verona-Cedar Grove Times on April 28, 2011. Read the article here. “DAKAR, Senegal — Thousands of children in Senegal are forced to beg on the streets under the pretext that they are receiving religious instruction, Human Rights Watch said in a report Thursday that urged the government to crack down...
Read MoreTata Therese and the Pint-Sized Perpetrators
Tess Langan
January 13, 2011
I was left alone with more than seventy of them. Seventy small, squirming Senegalese schoolchildren. My co-teacher, and most of the other teachers at the preschool where I work had departed for Dakar to buy Christmas gifts for their students. That left me, Tata Therese, one other teacher and a crippled bodyguard facing four classes...
Read MoreTo Be Here is Enough
Tess Langan
November 29, 2010
Today I met a new host cousin, who asked me what I was doing here in Senegal. It is a question I am well-versed in answering on American soil– but my gift-wrapped why-gap-year-spiel only comes in English. For a foggy moment it seemed that there was no answer and maybe I should just pack up...
Read MoreRuminations on a Rainy Day
Tess Langan
October 26, 2010
Most days in Senegal the sun shines so brightly that the white pavement blinds me on the way to class. Most days my host mother encourages me to eat, eat, to invite friends over for lunch, for the night. Most days I greet strangers on the street and hear their joyful rejoinder in a chorus...
Read MoreExpect the Unexpected
Tess Langan
October 12, 2010
Before I left for Senegal I got advice from some of last year’s fellows. Of the various conversations I had, one piece of advice stuck and tumbled through my mind like laundry: have no expectations. For the most part I think I have honored this counsel, remaining unruffled by kamikaze-like drivers, “bucket” baths (kind of...
Read MoreA Simple Start
Tess Langan
October 3, 2010
Growing up I had a purple bedroom and my own closet and toy chest. I had a book shelf and a duvet cover and a sally the camel toy that got to sleep snuggled with me. In New York City when I went to visit my grandmother, the streets were dotted with the homeless. Grammy...
Read MoreMy introduction
Tess Langan
September 21, 2010
When I explained to people in my hometown of Verona, New Jersey that I was taking a bridge year they usually fell into one of two camps. Either they would agree with my friend Rebecca who wrote on my facebook wall “I’m so freaking excited for you!! And by that I mean I’m so incredibly...
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