#Marabout Nice

[certainllamafun]

Le retour affectif peux être utile pour faire maintenir l’amour dans votre couple.

[bahabaki]

FINIR AVEC L'ACOOL ET LE TABAC EN 3JOURS.

Vous n'êtes pas sans savoir que la consommation aussi bien du Tabac que d'alcool ne reste pas sans avoir des conséquences sur la santé de son auteur. Il y en a pour qui cette pratique est bien occasionnée par les hommes aux mauvaises éducations ou de mauvaises fois qui passent par les voies mystiques pour imprimer cette pratique de la consommation du tabac ou d'alcool dans la vie de leurs victimes.

Le tabac et l'alcool nuisent gravement à la santé humaine. La consommation exagérée du tabac et d'alcool a beaucoup de conséquences sur la santé de leur auteur telles que:

-Réduire considérablement la durée de vie de leur auteur

-Causer facilement les différents types de cancer

-Causer l'alcoolémie

-Causer la tuberculose

-Occasionne l'ulcère gastrique

-Faire manquer régulièrement du souffle et etc...

Si vous êtes dans cette situation ou votre partenaire et vous voulez faire définitivement cesser le tabac,l'alcool,le grand marabout d'Afrique BAH ABAKI est la seule personne qui guérit cela et ceci dans un bref délai.

Vous pouvez faire toutes vos commandes à distance comme vous avez aussi la possibilité de venir me voir pour le traitement.

Nom: Bah Abaki Mail: magievaudoun@gmail.com Site: https://retourdamour.me.ma/ Tél/ WhatsApp: +229 69553390

[chic-a-gigot]

Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 8, vol. 49, 20 février 1927, Paris. Le Mardi gras à Nice. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Costume de Pierrot en satin rouge, pour garçonnet. Veste ample à godets sur pantalon large. Collerette en tulle à trois rangs froncés. Boutons en marabout blanc.

Pierrot costume in red satin, for boy. Loose jacket with godets over wide trousers. Tulle collar with three gathered rows. White marabou buttons.

Métrage: 3m50 en 80.

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Costume Papillon pour petite fille. Maillot en jersey de soie raye sur jupe de taffetas. Petites ailes en tulle brodé. Bandeau de velours avec deux antennes.

Butterfly costume for little girl. Striped silk jersey swimsuit on taffeta skirt. Small wings in embroidered tulle. Velvet headband with two antennae.

Métrage pour 8 à 10 ans: tissu rayé, 1m10 en 70; tissu uni, 1m50 en 100.

[stephanedugast]

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Le Tour de France 🇫🇷 🚲 Dimanche 21 Juillet ÉTAPE 21 💛 Monaco > Nice (34 kilomètres). Grand final de ce Tour de France 2024, la vingt-et-unième étape relie Monaco à Nice sur la Promenade des Anglais, le dimanche 21 juillet. Pour la première fois depuis 1989 et la perte du Tour de Laurent Fignon pour 9 secondes sur Greg LeMond, la Grande Boucle se referme par un contre-la-montre individuel.

🔎 UN MAGAZINE C’est eux qui l’écrivent : « Incapables de vaincre le Ventoux sans mettre le pied à terre ou encore de briller par un quelconque exploit cycliste sur le vélo, nous avons préféré écrire un livre… sur le vélo. Moins épuisant physiquement et passablement plus abordable pour nos mollets, l’exercice nous a occupé une bonne partie de la saison et nous sommes fiers de présenter aujourd’hui « Dans la Musette », le livre ! ».

Faire vivre le cyclisme à travers un regard décalé et avec humour, c’est leur leitmotiv. « Compétition, lifestyle, matos... Il y en a pour tout le peloton ! », écrivent-ils !

Une lecture gourmande et jubilatoire.

Stéphane Dugast

À LIRE 🔖 « Dans la musette - le cyclisme à la sauce Ketchup-Mayo jaune », Collectif Editions Marabout, 2017

💬 Chronique extraite de mon livre « VÉLO ! sport, ville, nature, culture & aventure » paru aux Éditions Glénat Livres.

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Photographies © DR

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[maraboutcompetentserieux]

Rituel d’amour avec du sucre-PROFESSEUR DEVO

Les marabouts ont commencé à utiliser du sucre dans leurs rituels il n’y a pas si longtemps. Ils utilisaient auparavant du miel pour permettre aux gens de ressentir ce « goût sucré de l’amour ». Mais les temps modernes exigent des solutions modernes. Aujourd’hui, les gens préfèrent les rituels d’amour au sucre aux rituels d’amour au miel.

En principe, n’importe quel type de sucre peut être utilisé dans ce rituel, à l’exception de certains sucres très exotiques. Si possible, renseignez-vous sur le sucre que les cibles aiment et achetez-le. Il existe cependant des rituels (nous vous en parlerons plus tard) qui sont réalisés avec l’utilisation de morceaux de sucre. Pour effectuer ces rituels, achetez des morceaux de sucre car les instructions du rituel doivent toujours être suivies à la lettre.

Lorsque vous allez jeter un rituel d’amour en sucre, n’oubliez pas que cela ne peut pas vous aider à construire une relation sérieuse. De tels rituels sont bons pour les relations amoureuses à court terme. Ils donnent aux gens des relations chaudes et passionnées qui, comme vous le savez, ne marchent jamais. Néanmoins, quelques mois de bonheur valent mieux que des années de solitude, n’est-ce pas ? Alors préparez-vous à apprendre ce qu’ils sont.

CONTACT DE MAÎTRE

Tel/Whatsapp : +229 60 57 47 57

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Pogba marabout The sensational exit of Raphaël Varane

Soccer – French staff Pogba, marabout … The sensational exit of Varane Posted on September 24, 2022 at 6:15 p.m. by Axel Cornic Current at a press convention this Saturday, Raphaël Varane couldn’t escape questions on his teammate Paul Pogba, who finds himself on the middle of an enormous controversy at the moment. The setting is notably accused by his older brother Mathias of getting used witchcraft to hurt Kylian Mbappé, star of PSG and the France staff. We don’t speak a lot about soccer, just a few weeks earlier than a World Cup throughout which the France staff will defend its title. Many controversies revolve across the Blues and that is significantly the case with Paul Pogba, who might additionally miss the world competitors due to knee surgical procedure. On the coronary heart of the Pogba case, his lawyer is threatened by his brother https://t.co/c5fHzbHGOe pic.twitter.com/OVZdWfYWm0 — 24hfootnews (@24hfootnews) September 24, 2022 The return to the cost of Mathias Pogba In new movies posted not too long ago on social networks, Mathias Pogba went additional in his accusations assuring that his youngest brother would have appealed to a marabout to hurt Kylian Mbappé. This may have been the case specifically throughout a Champions League knockout match in 2019, which opposed the PSG at Manchester United, membership of which Paul defended the colours on the time. “We’re not insensitive to what’s occurring round, however…” On the eve of the match towards Denmark for the final day of the League of Nations, Raphael Varane was requested concerning the impression of such an argument on the frame of mind of the France group. ” We’re not insensitive to what’s occurring round. We additionally really feel involved in a sure means. We attempt to be targeted on the pitch defined the defender at a press convention. ” As a participant, that is what he should take priority however we’re not insensitive to what’s occurring round. Internally, we stay very nicely. We’re targeted on our purpose and we need to be skilled “. Associated Articles France staff: Mbappé requires a revolution, he receives a brand new reply France staff: After the conflict with the FFF, Mbappé receives important assist Originally published at Sunshine Coast QLD News

[alexturner2005]

Yeah it’s a juniore merch t-shirt ! I’m so happy that they’re getting some recognition they’re fucking great ❤️

oh nice. i thought it might be bc it kinda reminded me of their marabout video (which i really love) and he recommended one of their songs in the beats1 interview. and they opened for miles which is cool!! i only know a handful of their songs but they’re really good and have a nice vibe so i’m glad they’re getting recognition too!!

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How the Spirit Of Morocco Seized Matisse

The rain began to fall just a few hours after Henri Matisse installed himself in the Hotel Villa de France in Tangier at the end of January, 1912. For days it poured. ''Shall we ever see the sun in Morocco?'' the artist complained in a letter to Gertrude Stein after his first week.

Matisse kept himself busy by painting a vase of irises in his room, a dark image that makes much of the irregular pattern created by flowers against an ornate dressing table. Only the pale yellow and green stripes reflected in the dressing table's mirror hint at the extraordinary colors that Matisse was to discover in Tangier when the clouds finally lifted.

''Matisse in Morocco,'' which opens today at the National Gallery of Art, has only 23 paintings and about 47 drawings, most of them casual sketches that the artist did while wandering the streets and staring out the window of his hotel during his two trips to North Africa, in 1912 and 1913.

But if the exhibition is small in number of works, it greatly illuminates this key figure in the history of 20th-century art. Matisse's Moroccan paintings are for the most part bathed in a dusty, hazy light, a light composed of pinks and yellows and soft blues and greens. If the somber, sharper tones of his still life with irises were the result of cloudy skies, the view of Tangier from the open window of his hotel room that he painted on his second trip to Morocco reflected an entirely different experience.

This is a scene parched by the sun. Like so many of Matisse's Moroccan paintings, it is covered only in the thinnest washes of pigment, as if Matisse wanted the texture of the unpainted canvas to show through so that it would add rawness to the browns and grays.

Although Matisse spent only a few months in Morocco, his experiences apparently remained vividly with him for the rest of his long life. To see, for example, the paintings he completed in Nice during the 20's, with their odalisques and their dizzying arrangements of carpets and wallpaper is to see Morocco transplanted to the Riviera. And to see the cutouts of Matisse's last years, with their brilliant floral concoctions, is to see the spirit of Morocco still alive in the artist's imagination.

Even the evolution from Matisse's depiction of a female nude in ''Back I'' of 1909 to his abstracted, treelike ''Back IV'' of 1930 can be understood more clearly after seeing the paintings from Tangier. As Pierre Schneider points out in his essay for the exhibition's catalogue, Morocco quickened in Matisse the ''process of botanization'' by which human forms and vegetal forms coalesced in the artist's imagination.

The synthesis emerges in the paintings of Moroccans by Matisse, which are rarely portraits in any traditional sense of the term, so skimpy are they on facial details. Their emphasis is on costume and color, as if the subjects were fantastical flowers, not specific people (like many Europeans, Matisse seemed to view North Africans as exotica). ''Look at a tree,'' Matisse said. ''It is like a human being.''

Once the rain cleared, Matisse saw for the first time the Moroccan landscapes, far more lush than any he had known. He went almost immediately into the gardens of the Villa Brooks, a private estate not far from the hotel, and spent weeks painting the acanthuses, palms and periwinkles that covered the grounds. The landscapes he produced describe a kind of earthly paradise, a place where Matisse's Fauvist heritage, with its palette of unnaturally shocking colors, gave way to something subtler and more seductive.

Matisse obviously did not want to paint Morocco as he had seen it in the works of the French orientalist artists who had made pilgrimages to North Africa since the early 19th century. He strove for neither the picturesque nor the pornographic. Nude women bathing or revealing themselves for the delectation of Arab men - familiar themes in the works of such artists as Jean Leon Gerome - was far from Matisse's mind.

As it did for Delacroix, North Africa liberated his imagination. Matisse looked instead at the foliage, at the designs of the buildings and the textiles, and most of all at the quality of light, and he found a repertory of forms and colors that matched his decorative impulse. Decoration in Morocco was not like decoration in France. It was not secondary to an image; it was the principal subject. By painting the patterns and flowers and costumes he saw around him, Matisse realized that he could elevate decoration to something weightier and more evocative than it had been in certain of his earlier works.

In his sketchbooks, he recorded the way buildings tumbled down to the sea in Tangier, the way minarets went cheek by jowl with boxy stucco cottages, the way city squares looked in the afternoon, when the sun drove everyone indoors. He did not pretend to be anything more than an observer of this territory, an outsider on tour, as he presents himself in a witty pen-and-ink drawing, sketching a mosque in his topcoat under the gaze of a woman in chador.

His drawings were mental notes, quick reminders of what he had observed. Yet if they are slight, they do not lack insight or consideration. It is surely no mistake that in Matisse's sketch of the English Church in Tangier he emphasized the precision of a row of cypress trees, while elsewhere he depicted the marabout dome of the Casbah overrun by foliage. Europe was orderly and predictable. Morocco meant extravagance.

The drawings have been compiled and published for the first time by Jack Cowart, curator of 20th-century art at the National Gallery, who organized the exhibition with Mr. Schneider. ''Matisse in Morocco'' brings together almost all the paintings from the artist's two trips, as well as ''The Moroccans,'' which Matisse completed in 1915-16 at his home near Paris.

This curatorial feat could not have been accomplished just a few years ago. It has required the extensive cooperation of the State Pushkin Museum of Fine Arts in Moscow and the Hermitage in Leningrad, which own most of the Moroccan canvases. After closing here on June 3, the show travels to the Museum of Modern Art in New York from June 20 to Sept. 4, before going to the Pushkin in later September and the Hermitage in mid-December.

The paintings ended up in Soviet museums because Matisse worked mostly for two enlightened Russian patrons during his trips to Tangier, Sergei Ivanovich Shchukin and Ivan Abramovich Morosov. Shchukin, an importer of textiles and a lover of orientalism, was collecting Matisses before anyone else in Russia - and before most people in Paris - and it was he who bought not only ''The Vase of Irises'' but also several figure studies and other Moroccan works. Morosov commissioned the landscapes that Matisse painted in the gardens of the Villa Brooks.

The artist's relationship with his Russian patrons was more than a matter of money. Matisse visited Shchukin in Saint Petersburg and Moscow in 1911, shortly before his trip to Morocco, and to judge by the works he painted in Tangier, he was deeply affected by what he saw in the Russian churches.

The figure studies that Matisse sold to Shchukin - ''Amido,'' ''Fatma, the Mulatto Woman'' and ''Zorah Standing'' - are tall, narrow images resembling Byzantine paintings of saints. Zorah in particular, who squarely confronts the viewer in a costume as brilliant as almost anything in Byzantine art, brings to mind an icon.

But there is even something religious about the extreme quietude and heavenly plenitude of Matisse's Moroccan landscapes. And the seated pose of Zorah in ''On the Terrace'' suggests a woman praying.

''On the Terrace,'' it should be added, is part of a trio of works that the artist painted for Morosov. It was intended to be the centerpiece between ''Landscape Viewed From a Window'' and ''The Casbah Gate,'' although as with so many of Matisse's Moroccan paintings, the meaning of this grouping is not made clear. But it is interesting that many of Matisse's Moroccan paintings were executed in threes. Mr. Schneider may not be far off when he states, ''Where there are triptychs there is a preoccupation, be it subconscious, with the sacred.''

''The Moroccans,'' which he painted after his return to France, is a triptych, too, in that it combines three distinct memories of Tangier - a memory of the architecture, a memory of the people and a memory of nature. In the upper-left corner of this wide painting Matisse has presented a marabout dome; below is an abstracted scene of what looks like melons but can also be figures bowed in prayer. To the right is an even more ambiguous passage, which resembles an Arab in a burnoose.

The whole is bathed not in the dusky light of his earlier Moroccan canvases but in black. Matisse wrote at the time that he began to ''use pure black as a color of light and not as a color of darkness,'' and perhaps this was his way of reconfiguring the Moroccan sun. But also, by using so much black, he eulogized his experiences in Tangier. Clearly, Morocco remained for Matisse not simply a country of colorful characters and stirring landscapes but also a place of spirituality and mystery.

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A version of this article appears in print on March 18, 1990, Section 2, Page 37 of the National edition with the headline: ART VIEW; How the Spirit Of Morocco Seized Matisse.

~ Michael Kimmelman · Mar 18, 1990.

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ALPHA OUMAR vous aide pour résoudre vos  problèmes de l’amour (retour d’affection et retour de l’être aimé), les problèmes familiaux, d’entreprises et commerces en difficultés, les problèmes de voisinage, les litiges de terrain, l’envoûtement et le désenvoûtement ainsi que la recherche d'une personne disparue.

En ses qualités de voyant marabout vaudou magie noire et guérisseur en Alsace à strasbourg, Paris, Nice, mais aussi dans toute la France, il intervient dans la guérison de certaines addictions au tabac et à l’alcool, l’obésité ou la perte de poids.

Il propose des solutions adaptées aux problèmes personnels de chacun parce qu’il vous écoute minutieusement et appelle les puissances spécifiques. Posez lui vos question sur votre avenir et il y répondra sans attendre.*  1 question GRATUITE par téléphone

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[itsimmortalx]

Marx in Makkah: Ramadan echoes and materialist blues

It’s the 25th of Ramadan. I can hear the nice hum of the qur`ān from the nearby Kololi mosque as the faithful spend their nights in the adoration and servitude of god as they search for the night of power —an elusive night of supernatural bearings. It seems to me speaking of power and the night in this scriptural fashion is like speaking of authority and the once glowing project of the Third world. This long dark night of oppression filled with unjust power leaking from the cracks of neocolonial states.

The arid, tropical, climate disaster zones of my part of the globe refuses to see any other causative agent in this lateness of history apart from the god of the wind, earth, fire and water. So leaders use his name, never calling it in vain they claim. They use him to justify their endless escapades with the blood, sweat and tears of the working masses. They claim with all bravado that this their god throned them and no other forces —productive or otherwise— can dethrone them. They speak and act like monarchs from a primitive accumulative era. To challenge that hegemony of god and ruler is to blaspheme, to sacrilege and dishonor the bestower of power.

Meanwhiles the petite bourgeoisie, that leech of a class, builds a wondrous superstructure from an already tattered base. Their middlemanship is a strange one. But need I remind you the third world is a strange world of butterflies that grows out of starving cocoons. This class of women and men mediate between this god of theirs and the rest of the bent back masses. Their greed for contracts gives birth to mosques, clerics, marabouts and cheaply printed self help literature. They owe allegiance to no one not even themselves. Some days you meet them in bed with holy scriptures and on some evenings they’re hanging out with the Lucifer’s of the world striking a deal to further the less than a dollar day statistics of an already cent based, dying, naked, superstitious mass of black and brown bodies. At once god and devil, fire and water, they give birth to a strange dialectical contradiction.

In it all. Thru all the divine comedy that abounds there is the materialist conception of new borns. Idealism pushed to the side as young Africans Invoke the spirit of another order of ancestors. Those who “tell no lies and claim no easy victories.” You can find them by run down buildings and fire places in the death of night, Cabral on their left laps and Fanon on the other theorizing outside the bounds of religious idealism and long suffering superstitions. They bring fright to the hearts of the 10 percent as they claim the righteous indignation that was theirs to carry thru these trouble Atlantic waters —those blues waters that bear the bodies of many of their ancestors.

They met Marx in Makkah. They walked with him upon the slopes of organized religion as they make sense of their misery. Theirs is a constant blues stamped firmly upon the red of the Internationals that converged before their time on these neoliberalized streets. When they encountered Marx and Engels, Lenin and Mao, Nkrumah and Fanon, Cabral and Rodney looking back was no longer an option cuz where they came from doesn’t exist anymore —and that was why they wept by the banks of the Nile.

With a sheer burning determination and hatred for the leeches and leaders of reaction they are storming slowly and quietly the pavements that once submitted to the red carpets of shaykhs and reverends. They’re feared without being known because they have a world to win.

And unto every nation messengers where sent.

[christianrizzi]

tour du senegal

Arriving in Senegal from the north you pass through the rice fields and sugar cane plantations of the region of the river bordering with Mauritania. It is customary to stock up on rice and sugar to be distributed among the villages to be visited for lunch or for the night. There are consortium stores along the road, spotted because of the parked vehicles.

Prices are not that different from those of other shops in different cities, but it is the original bag of “Riz du Senegal” and of “Sucre de Richard Toll” that makes the difference, due to a media defamation campaign on certain rice import. However, it’s always a good move to show the villagers the distant provenance and freshness of the products, for instance by saying: "two days ago I got it from Rosso Senegal rice paddy” which is the most northerly point in the country, where at the origin of Senegal all the rice and sugar came. In a nutshell, these are things that strike the people of the villages, who move on foot and have never seen the city, as much as it struck us 2 or 3 centuries ago.

For the night it is better to take advantage of the welcoming city of Saint Louis (Ndar), located between the mouth of the river Senegal and the sea; there are hotels, pensions and rooms everywhere. But the place certainly nicer to spend the night is the last peninsula called Ndar Guet, a strip of 200 meters of white sand between the ocean and the river, where you can sleep in accommodations at the edge of the beach at sea and river level: it feels a bit to be in Venice.

A characteristic of this city - which may perhaps be similar to others - is that the alleys of the old area pass through the houses, creating an immense global village where space is very limited what it is and you have to keep everything in it. Clearly everybody knows each other in the neighborhood and, as  a consequence, there are no dangers. However, as a tourist it is strange walking around and passing by a lady's room or a house toilet. In any case, tourists are not forced to enter these areas. I actually did, but only because my guide had relatives and wanted to greet them; they invited me in to, so that I had to leave the car in the middle of a narrow road where trucks loaded with fish and carts passed; but there they all know each other and it was enough for the aunt of the guide to make 2 screams and 4 laughs to the neighbors to turn it all right.

We ate and set off with some pancakes left us in a package by auntie. As we got out of the narrow lane taking the only road leading out of town towards the north, we passed in front of a motorbikes and scooters mechanic workshop: - "eeehi stop!!!! That’s my cousin out there! It’s been 2 years I haven’t see him". Ok, let’s stop by the mechanic cousin then! A bit of chatting on technical details won’t hurt after all. So we get out of the car again, it was 2:45 pm and the boys are washing their hands for lunch. Chatting around, the girls bring lunch and we eat again and then stick further around for coffee, “coffee killing” or digestivo, chatting about this and that and the old stars of local motorcycling. Locals say that now, with the paris dakar much smaller, the passing of the racers is no longer felt as it was once in the days when tourists from all over the world packed the area waiting for them; those were indeed the old glorious and golden days of saint louisen motorcycling, when the locals followed the tracks of the various champions. These days there are max 20 30 motorcycles and 15 trucks: “do you want to compare this with 1000 motorcycles, 500 cars and 300 trucks?” – the cousin asks. And in addition – the cousin continues – we also lost all the accompanying fans not making the stops in Mauritania: - "There, where you parked, we used to have European motorcyclists’ tents every year in those days; now no more, and some kids now prefer the mobile phone to the scooter ".

And after a few hours of chatting we finally left. It was not so hot anymore to reach Tambacounda from the north of Lac de Guieres, practically following the course of the Ferlo river that turned out to be so beautiful with its soft sand banks looking, when driving on them, sea-like; the sand is beautiful, yellow as the desert and the distant spaces. Sometimes, from low hills, you can see the bends of the dry water course, except for those 3 - 4 months a year that is filled with water, I imagine a lot of water because the dry river bed is quite wide.

The tracks after the end of Lac de Guieres are, as I have already said, beautiful; they create a gentle up and down on little sandy hills, where at a certain point you meet the camels with their breeder and the boys, apprentices, camel drivers who, luckyly spoke Wolof that I am able to understood a bit. The camels were in the surroundings of Yang Yang.

So we stopped because I wanted to get on the camel and we asked the camel drivers if in the area they knew someone, or a village, where they sold and butchered goats: the goat roasted in the savannah is very good and lasts in ice even 2 or 3 days.

Unfortunately, we did not find the ice and the second day we had the roasted goat with a family in Payar, where we spent the night. During lunch we then learned that there is a sort of milestone in the village of Payar indicating the geographical center of Senegal.

I did not have much petrol and from Payar we took a dirt road to Koumpentoum, where on the road we found a gas station and, given it was already sunset, we continued on the asphalt to Tambacounda to withdraw some money from an ATM and eat in a restaurant on the road which serves, if it has, the warthog; they had it and we ate it. In Tambacounda nights are very hot but hotels have air conditioning. But me and my guide preferred to sleep on a terrace – the roof of a friend's house - after eating a warthog dinner and a downing a beer. On the same large terrace, behind the stairwell, there were also sheep inside cages with cross-barnacles, we noticed the presence of the animals only in the morning despite the full moon. I chose to travel with the full moon because, if you happened to stay on the slopes by turning the lights off, you could maintain some visual references and enjoy the landscape nonetheless. This is because  I imagined that the phone with gps battery would have lasted little more, and since I had seen that the cigarette lighter did not work, I knew I had to orient myself very much even by naked eye at night. It would not be a problem to ask, except that there was the rumor that sometimes in the savannah you can meet 4wds driven by whites kidnapping children away who then go missing. This explains why, when you arrive in villages where the children are playing outside roaming the streets, they run away screaming, seeking protection from the oldest person happening to stand nearby.

On waking up on that terrace, we noticed the weather was changing; in fact, rain was expected for that day; that's why I wanted to get to Tamba in time to be in the mountains after the rain, enduring it during the trip. So I was advised against taking the streets of the park under the imminent downpour but to reach Kedougou from the state road instead, which turns up to be equally a dirt road even though there is less risk of experiencing a landslide or to get stuck in a suddenly flooded water course. The old cj6 not being very suitable for the rain advised me to find shelter under a bush and wait for it to calm down.

I had a fully-charged phone and I could check on a weather site the size of the storm: I’d say that no similar tempest had been seen in years; the big cloud covered the whole of Guinea and Liberia, reaching Mauritania and moving west; it looked as if it was in Mali and Burkina before, seemingly starting in the middle of the desert and moving towards the sea: who knows if it reached Cabo Verde later on?

Travelling with the climate change is wonderful! The sky is 1000 colors and the air has a scent of fresh grass and water; it is so inviting, especially driving a car without windows: first it was bloody hot, then it got very cold then, after the rain passed and the first sun re-emerged, warmish as in spring. But even this time, between the rain and the rough road, we reached Kedougou that was already night. After checking out the most famous hotels first, all full because of the rain, we found a room in a hotel dedicated to the great burkinabe, martyr of panafricanism, Thomas Sankara. It was a nicer hotel outside than inside the rooms, but still good enough to sleep.

The breakfast room - situated in a paillotte where birds were hiding at night and sang in the morning – was very nice; some of the staff was slow, but nice nevertheless: everything was ok.

At that point the trip got more complicated because, after the downpour, the roads are rougher and the schedule could no longer be respected; in fact, we found many cars, carts and motorized tuc tuc’s in tatters along the roads, while the boys on bicycles were now pushing them by hand, so that the roads had utterly changed.

Our driving times were drastically lengthened, so that we got to the entrance of the park just before 6, just when some barriers inside it close and can only be opened at the discretion of the guardians.

With our windowless car, we had no hope of being able to cross the park in the dark and they told us: - "either you spend the night here or we'll give you a pass to that part of Guinea and come back to Senegal behind the park"; we said "ok, we’ll have the pass then", especially because we knew there was a marabout - shortly before my guide was informed by a guy about his whereabouts - who had the ability to cure (I didn’t understand what exactly) along the road on the Guinean territory. In the end, we went there and we ate at his house until late.

When we finally resumed our trip, unfortunately we run into a military checkpoint that I did not see; we were chased and were forced to turn back, blocked all night not without moments of tension, especially because these poor soldiers were drunk as well as armed. In any case, we can say we experienced Guinean green caps at Youkounkoun.

Even Guinea, for the little I’ve seen, is very pretty; indeed, it has that more central-african look compared to Senegal. Guinea is straddling the sahel, with its villages under big trees, the milder climate, plenty of water and fruit, and with people of lighter skin and lower figure living these areas called pula futa.

Since we hit again the asphalt to return to Senegal from Kundara, we have been stopped for times since the border and had to spend the day between the police checkpoint and the customs office, all with the excuse of the visa I did not have. However, after the bureaucratic storm had passed, we held the asphalt again towards Tamba, where we spent the night on the same terrace of 2 days before. The next day we tried the roads near the Gambia, arriving in the Saloum and later Dakar.

Given that with rain we would have had to take too many detours, we resumed the trail towards Payar Yangyang and Ferlo, but backwards, and then again to Neguè instead of pulling north to Mbaye Aw and Rosso; we held the south bank of the Ferlo to Saint Louis to make the last stage of Paris Dakar on the beach of the Senegalese Grand Cote.

Again in Saint Louis, we got back to the same hotel of the first day, but this time sleeping for free, because at the end we realised the receptionist was a relative of my guide: the previous time - after paying the room - we met at auntie’s home and actually apologized, but “no problem” - we said – “let’s do it next time”; so next time it was! We ate grilled fish on the beach and in bed too. Next day we took the road towards the south from Langue de Barbarie, then we drove towards the beach after the village of Potou, hard beach that at a quiet pace takes you – including stops and detours to avoid pirogues and fishing nets - to Lac Rose in 4-5 hours. ,After a short stop at Lac Rose, we drive straight to Dakar, which now has the metropolitan area very near the lake. Dakar is a bit like Las Vegas, always open day and night: you can eat at any time anywhere in the city. Naturally, there are also dormitory areas but they are rare and uninteresting for any visitor.

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Toubab in Touba

So, as I said in the previous post, I spent last week in Touba which is a very important religious city for the Mourid brotherhood, a community within Islam mainly present in West Africa. Magal is like a pilgrimage where a lot of people go to Touba to remember their leader Cheikh Ahmadiyya Bamba going to exile in Gabon. In the days before and after and of course at the actual day Touba holds around 2000000 people. As I only experienced the Magal taking place in Munich I really wanted to go this year since I'm already in Senegal.

My father told me to prepare for stress and no sleep but I have to say the hardest thing about Magal was actually getting there. There were busses going to Touba from Dakar so we tried to get one of the bigger, safer busses but we failed. When we got there at 5:30 in the morning, it seemed like half of Dakar was ready to leave in literally three busses and when we asked if there were other ones coming they didn't really know. So we decided to get in a taxi and to another place where busses left. We didn't pay that much and got on the bus which left at 7. It all started out alright and we had a calm drive until about 9 o'clock where the bus stopped abruptly and we had to wait for fifteen minutes to have the bus repaired. After that the journey continued, we were halfway there when one of the wheels of the bus basically blew up and this time we had to wait about two hours in the middle of nowhere. At this point I would like to thank the guy that gave me his cookies and the family providing me with a chair and the others with water!

When we got back in the bus the rest of the way went well and after 11 hours of sitting we finally arrived. Arriving in Touba we went straight to the family of my sibling's mother and I got to meet everyone. They were all really nice and the kids were really cute. Our cousin was already there and when we came back from the market the next day our brother and his son had also arrived. In the evening we went to the tailor who made a traditional Boubou for the grandmother and then we went back.

The next morning the day of Magal started rather hectic but it calmed fast; we went to the market again and in the evening my brother and i went to visit a friend of our dad. Since it was way to crowded to go on Wednesday, we went to the mosque on Thursday and it was the first time since arriving in Touba that i actually really noticed all the people that came for this event. It was really breathtaking; also the mosque is really nice and if you ever find yourself in Touba, go there!

Friday and Saturday were rather calm, we went to visit the Marabout of my father, though he wasn't there which made us meeting his son who is also a Marabout and was really friendly and happy to see us as it seemed.

In sunday we got up at 5 and went home in a secure bus without any accidents or bursting wheels. When I arrived in Thies I was so tired I just slept for the whole day which was really good since yesterday I had to go back to school.

The Magal was really something unique and I'm glad I got the opportunity to experience it all with my family.

Thank you for reading!

Chadi 💕