Humanitarian Hooky

​I’m sitting here in a town named Nienia. I left Sikasso at 5:30 am for a meeting here.  I was suppose to be at this meeting. However, i let my malian friend take the lead. I stopped at a roadside cafe, african style, (See Picture) instead, and let him conduct the meeting.  I knew the…

African Male Arseholes –  And Some Rum

There, I said it.  Now that I have your attention. The degree to which some Malian men meddle, complicate, and try to control womens affairs in this patriarchal society never ceases to amaze me. The intent of these kind of men was clarified to me this week. They want to benefit. To take a cut….

A War Crimes Trial

I never thought I would live in a town where a war crimes trial would be held. Amadou Sanogo,  formerly of Sikasso, Mali, was one of the main instigators in the the 2012 Coup to oust the President Amadou Toumani Touré. The coup inadvertently enabled Jihadists to occupy almost 50% of the country and lead…

When Grampy Hides Under Pillows

My wife, who joins me in Mali the end of this month, informed me that my grandson Liam, back in Prince Edward  Island,  Canada, was hoping I was in my bed this morning. She wrote; ​”Liam grabbed my hand and said,” “I want to show you something Granny. Come see”. He dragged me in to…

When A Cow Dies

As the day progressed yesterday I grew more and more aggravated, and more and more silent. It was one of those days I felt like I was handing money to everyone to get a few things accomplished, and in return, seeing very little accomplished after having done so.  I also felt like I had monopolized…

Where The Hell Am I?

I have been trying to map out where exactly it is that I work. Sure, I have paper maps, internet maps, even Google Maps. The problem is that 90% of the places i work in are not listed on any map with any identifiable road. Therefore, this term i have been making it a point…

When Not To Buy Bread

There is a baguette bakery at the end of my building. I used to go there every morning, but I stopped  after I got my shock. It is an old bakery, a dump inside and out. It doesn’t even look like a bread bakery at all. Looks like another street side storage shed really. However,…

Hounded French Girls

Oh my gosh! I never cease to have encounters that give me stories to tell about life here in West Africa. To the Malian who miss-dialed to my number three days ago. The one whom I told he had dialed the wrong number. The one who mistakenly thought I sounded like a young French girl…

Humanitarian Adjustments

I’ve planted my feet back in the African soil. A mundane post about the struggles of returning to Mali. I undertook a thirty eight hour marathon from my home to Bamako, Mali, West Africa. One day to recuperate and do my business in Bamako. Then a long bus ride out to my region the following…

Taxicab Spirituality – Human Suffering

​Today, I ​chatted about human suffering with a random taxi driver in Bamako, Mali. There was a woman begging with two small children at a very busy intersection in Bamako, one child nearly got hit by a car right beside us.  My heart was in my mouth as it all unfolded so rapidly, just meters…