Tamale - a West African city of over 300,000 people:
Gray, black, white, and brown goats meandering alone or in a group - on the roads, walkways, everywhere.
Bicycles and motorcycles weaving among pedestrians, taxis, cars, trucks and lorries with any resemblance of a one-car length rule non-existent - a one-inch rule (with no exaggeration) being the norm. Pedestrians: beware! - moving vehicles appear to have total right-of-way.
Roadside stands for furniture, metal works, x-rox copies, haircuts, food, electronics, phone cards, tailoring, etc., etc.
Women and young girls of all ages carrying heavy containers filled with the likes of water, food and fabrics on their heads.
Open markets with grains, yams, potatoes, fruits, meats, vegetables, soaps, utensils, clothing and gadgets galore.
This is Tamale - Awakening to the sounds of birds calling and roosters crowing; greeting an early evening usually accompanied by the strains of a Muslim chant in the distance.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
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Cyndy,
You have made Tamale come alive for me and yet seem so unlike anything I might know but very much like a page from a book here in the library. Thanks for bringing a bit of Africa to Garden City tonight.
Ann
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