*If you missed Parts I, II and III in our Travel Diaries series, check out ‘Homecoming’ , our trip to the Twenedurase Caves and even more adventures in ‘Boti’s Water(less) Falls, Shiny’s dancing, tilapia and more…’
Exploring how music, art, film, photography, poetry and literature influence how we see ourselves and how we’re viewed by others.
Lens on… is a new photo series inspired by our reporters journeys to areas less traveled in West Africa. Through these photos, you will meet individuals who reflect the diversity found within our shared culture and experiences. Their personal testimonies exhibit their passion for their everyday life which demonstrates their ability to be extraordinary in a not so ordinary world.
Lens on… is a new photo series inspired by our journalists’ journeys to areas less traveled throughout West Africa. Through these photos, you’ll meet individuals who reflect the diversity found within our shared culture and experiences. You’ll get to see them exhibit their passions through moments of everyday life and share personal moments that demonstrate the extraordinary in the ordinary.
From the road, Kayes is the first city outside Senegal in neighboring Mali. It’s 12 hours north east of Bamako and 16 to 25 hours from Dakar, depending on whether the fruit sellers who board the public transport every other village actually get off. The dry, gritty red earth kicked up by the backs of sandals and motorbike tires gives the entire place an airbrushed effect. The city is divided in two by the Senegal river but Kayes is really a region spanning 28 communes.
Under the mango trees in Kirina, a village about one hour outside Bamako, a group of friends and musicians have come together to teach the children of their village how to preserve their culture, and that through education, a successful future can be found beyond the hazards of the local gold mines.
If you’re someone who’s lived abroad and then returned home, even if just ‘for a visit’, you’ve no doubt had to deal with scrutiny from family members, friends and even local strangers who think you’ve “changed”. You’re either getting too fat, becoming too American/British/European, or are no longer “insert nationality here” enough and the list goes on.