Ode to the Talibé
I never knew hustle until I came to Senegal
You can buy anything in the street
Food
Clothes
Cell phone credits
Even prayers
Everyday the Talibé awake with a yearn
To learn
To eat to live
They come to you in red or yellow buckets
Sometimes, open palms
Singing songs from the Qu’ran
Sometimes the words are right
Sometimes they are wrong
Sometimes they haven’t learned [...]