Growing Together
The Way We Give
It was mid-morning when I found Mamadou Traoré at his restaurant, a six-foot-square plywood kiosk painted baby blue, its shutters propped open with sticks, bar stools lined up at the window.
“YIIN–LAMPA MƆ́N KWƐŊL!” “Look - Five Lamps!”
A dozen children pressed their noses against the screen of our porch staring into the white people’s house.
Misunderstandings of Patron/Client Relationships
We had lived and worked in a particular country for several years and had learned and adjusted to much of the culture.