The donkey buggy driver is all of ten years old. His family cannot afford to send him to school. A shoeless ten-year-old whipping a donkey all day in the hot dusty sun. I feel sad, and yet I know that his reality is far better than that of many in this land.
My eyes try to capture all of the women we pass. They are splendid. Never have I seen such artful use of color and pattern, and when you are fortunate enough to come upon a trio of women you’ve hit the jackpot—a kaleidoscope.
Just when your eye becomes trained and nourished with these visions, you are startled to see a young man on a scooter, a Vogue model type in a crisp Adidas sweatsuit, crocheted hat, and glasses. They really get it right … effortlessly.
The beautiful faces of Senegal …