I’ve been in Senegal for almost 4 months now. Still, every day there is something new, something strange, and sometimes, something familiar. The country and the lifestyle here still grabs my attention and has me craving to find out what is down that long dusty road or behind that weathered door dangerously clinging to the crumbling concrete wall. So much of my time was spent on building the home, which I am happy to say is almost complete. I am now finding time again to stroll along the beach line and enjoy the life that goes on there. I’ve become a real people watcher. My kids call it stalking hahah, but its really, it is what I enjoy most.
We’ve become friends now and each time they make themselves busy gathering little polished stones that have washed up on the beach. I’ve been collecting them to do a few “artsy” things. Sweet little guys, and each one of them having such a personality.
Yesterday he had caught a crab, which he had “leashed” with a string that he had tied around one of its legs. I don’t know if the word reluctantly covers it, but he was “walking” the crab along the beach. He wants his picture taken, just like all the boys, and they laugh each time I show them the previews. The poses get sillier, the smiles bigger and the laughter comes straight from the heart.
I don’t know what his life is like now, and I don’t know what the future holds for him. I think about that often for the many babies here. My hope for him is that those memories never leave him. When he grows and has to face the challenges ahead, I hope it’s the memories of his time on the beach with his friends that keep him going.