Posted by: macmacafee | March 3, 2013

One Week… Two very different parties

Last week my host sister Asstou had a baby. She lives in the distant village of Poram, about 27 kilometers North of Xol Xol in the direction of… nothing. I’ve been wanting to visit her out there ever since I first met her last Korite, but I’ve never had the opportunity. This baptism was exactly what I had been waiting for, so Margaret and I packed up for a family road-trip into the great unknown.

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The baby was named after the woman in the center.

The baby was named after the woman in the center.

 

Party Crashers

Turns out Poram is about what I expected: a tiny town grown up around a water tower. I’m not sure there is any reason to live there other than the fact that it is close to the water source. There are about three family compounds at the center, and several families come from the surrounding area daily to get the water they need or to bring their animals in to drink. It was a pretty interesting mixture of Wolof and Pulaar living together and sharing the small school and health hut. Apparently many people currently living in Xol Xol consider Poram to be where they come from. Their grandparents and great grandparents lived there, but moved to Xol Xol because it was closer to everything. Asstou ended up living out there because our dad’s parents still live out there, and so she was married to a young man who lives there as well.

Getting ready to enjoy our Laax and Soow

Getting ready to enjoy our Laax and Soow

The cows come in to Poram to get water

The cows come in to Poram to get water

They came in to fill up their cans.

They came in to fill up their cans.

Got their stunna shades on.

Got their stunna shades on.

With my Aunt Yama

It was a fun day, lots of laax and sow (yogurt and porridge, traditional baptism food) and singing and dancing in honor of the new momma.

Grandma Aida and new baby

These ladies made a mean cup of attaya.

These ladies made a mean cup of attaya.

New big sister on the right

Then… President Macki Sall came to the Djolof! NOT. He bailed at the last minute. Turns out we’re not fancy enough for him out here. One of his ministers came instead, which was still a huge party. Cars full to bursting with people rolled into Linguère in droves, many of them with speakers blaring music mounted on their roofs. The people of Xol Xol arrived in their brand new matching outfits mid-morning, and Margaret and I spent the day with them eating fancy party rice and dancing our support for Ali Ngouille Ndiaye. He was supposed to give a speech around 3 pm, but we gave up and went home at 5. I heard the music start up in earnest around 6:30 so I’m assuming the real political rally took place then.

Marg gets political.

All fancy for the political rally.

All fancy for the political rally.

The lovely ladies of Xol Xol Niangen

Otherwise known as business as usual.

Otherwise known as business as usual.

So many matching outfits! Ladies of Xol Xol showed up in force Never seen so many people in Linguere Love.

She's getting so big! Like a little person.

She’s getting so big! Like a little person.

Good times in the Djolof!

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – Mark Twain

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  1. Wow your look soo soo gorgeous in these photos!!! I miss you can’t wait to see you in may!!


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