At the core of it all is the sense of an intangible – yet omnipresent and omnipotent – human support network, which results in a general feeling of connection to every human being I meet. Walking down the streets of Yoff or Bourgiba, I know that I can depend on any and every person for directions home or language help.
This quintessential Wolof proverb is the first that I learned, and best embodies my time in Senegal, especially the first two words: Ndank ndank.
Let me start with an anecdote.
Day two of our second and final major travel outside of Dakar in March, we set off on a trek from Foundiougne to Djilor in the Sine Saloum region of Senegal.
Since coming to Senegal, the concept of “development” has cropped up thousands of times. I’ve read about it in The End of Poverty, The White Man’s Burden, The Bottom Billion, and Dead Aid. I’ve heard it in speeches given by various Westerners. And I’ve spent hours talking to Babacar, one of my instructors and a first-hand witness of “development”, or more specifically, attempts at it.
For our second group update, we created a video that focuses on our travels. After spending four-and-a-half months based in the advancing metropolis of Dakar, we spent two weeks exploring an entirely different atmosphere in Kedougou, a region in southern Senegal.
For our first group update, the Senegal Seven brainstormed the best way to unite our posts. Reflecting on the enormity of the potential ground to cover, we decided to present a week in our lives. Our thought was not to chronicle in exact detail our movements every day of the week, but to give a peek into some of the activities we do on any particular day and relate our impressions. Here is a week in the life of Senegal Bridge Year!