THAT’S A CAMP? This little boy and his mother were the first Wodaabe that I met in the Azawak. In fact, their camp was the first Wodaabe camp I had ever seen. When I met them, they were sitting together in the middle of grasses underneath the blazing sun. The mother was mending a shirt, and her son sat patiently next to her, intently observing my every move. Read more…
