This piece is a continuation of the two “chapters” posted—confusingly, in blog fashion— underneath it. If you are just arriving, please scroll down to Chapter 1 to begin.  the map of my dakar The Corniche is a road that winds along the western coast of the Dakar peninsula with the unquestioning, unwavering, almost-blind devotion of a younger sibling. It is on this length of road and …

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One night last week, I went out on the verandah because the moon was so great, and it was rising like an African moon, the neighborhood was quiet except the evening call to prayer in the distance, and the bats were swarming and playing around as usual. They were sweeping in front of the rising moon and it was breathtaking. …

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The cats of Dakar are a curious breed— Imagine a hyena mixed in with a Swede. They often remind me of guys from The Bronx Who swagger around in black pick-up trucks And brag to their gang, She means nothing to me—- Then weep and go limp when she threatens to leave. A few cats of Dakar I happen to know. Two lounge …

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“…The harmattan blows across the Sahara filled with red dust, dust as fire, as flour… Mariners called this red wind ‘the sea of darkness.’ Red sand fogs out of the Sahara were deposited as far north as Cornwall and Devon, producing showers of mud so great this was mistaken for blood. ‘Blood rains’ were widely reported in Portugal and Spain in 1901.     …

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