Usually Tofatat is silent and uninhabited; the birds, a wondering donkey, or a wild ram sometimes break this noiselessness. On this day, the singsong calls of these shephard girls were like voices of angels in this earthly paradise. Read more…

Usually Tofatat is silent and uninhabited; the birds, a wondering donkey, or a wild ram sometimes break this noiselessness. On this day, the singsong calls of these shephard girls were like voices of angels in this earthly paradise. Read more…
GOTCHI AND SATCHI (part five): (….short story continued….) Sanda silently mourned the loss of his beloved cow. Indeed, every member of his herd was precious. He knew his animals by name, and recognized their footprints in the sand. Read more…
GOTCHI AND SATCHI: (part four) … short story continued… Over time, the rains diminished. They went from falling more than five months a year to eventually less than one. The unbearable hot season lasted most of the year. The rainy season all but disappeared. Read more…
GOTCHI AND SATCHI (part two): (….short story continued….)
Gotchi fled from the hut, horrified. That dreadful night she lay alongside Satchi, crying fountains of tears onto Satchi’s short coarse hair. Sanda sat silently beside her. He wished there was something he could do, but how could he place Gotchi’s love for Satchi over the need to feed his family? Read more…
GOTCHI AND SATCHI, TORN APART BY DROUGHT: (first part of the Gotchi and Satchi story) This is a fictional story that I wrote based on the Wodaabe women of Couloubade, Niger… it is a story about love, about a mother and her daughter, about climate change, about migration, and about hope and resiliency. Read more…