This homeless man sits in front of a bright yellow bourgeois mansion, always in the sun, in one of my favorite back alleys of Niamey. Read more…
Tag: Walkabout Chronicles
Péripatéticienne
“Ariane, you are a péripatéticienne!” jokingly declared my friend Issouf. I had just declined his offer for a ride to go pick up my son Soriya at school. It was a thirty-minute walk away. “No Read more…