**An open letter to my baby sister (who’s not much of a baby anymore)** Hey girl, I want to share some life lessons with you today. Not because I know it all. And certainly not because I have got this life figured out. But because I want to shed some
**Qui est Pape Hane?** Je m’appelle Macoumba Hane, mais on m’appelle Pape Hane. Je suis né à Thiès, au Sénégal. Je vais résumer mon enfance en disant que j’ai appris le Coran à un jeune âge – mon maitre coranique s’appelait Makhtar Cisse. J’ai terminé le Coran, puis j’ai déménagé
Reading time: ~4 mins I feel like I just laid my head down no more than an hour ago! I swear that alarm clock races with my sanity sometimes. It was time to get up and prepare a meal before sunrise. Ramadan had begun and it was going to be
AG: Parlez-nous un peu de vous. NDK: Mon vrai nom est Mor Talla Gueye. J’ai grandi à Louga au Sénégal, et j’y ai passé toute mon enfance et mon adolescence. Je suis entré dans le hip hop à l’adolescence et j’avais l’habitude de faire du ‘‘break dance’’ avec un groupe d’amis. Notre groupe
AG: Tell us a little bit about you. NDK: My real name is Mor Talla Gueye. I grew up in Louga, Senegal and spent my entire childhood and adolescent years there. I got into Hip Hop as an adolescent and used to break dance with a group of friends. We
A young woman trying to make ends meet faces sexism and misogyny in the workplace.
Codou is hard working street vendor. Her personality as just as vibrant as the beautiful mangoes she’s been selling for 8 years! Discover her story.
Shameless plug, she’s my little sister!!! 🙂 **Who is Ndeye?** Ah, I really hate this question. I usually have to answer it in this formatted elaborate elevator pitch so I’m going to take this chance to just freestyle. I’m a 24-year old Senegalese woman who has an immense hunger for
“Doomu jiitle du doom” **ATTENTION ALL PARENTS** Friends. Social media. Television. Travel. iPhones. Androids. Google. Spotify. Apple Music. Hulu. HBO. Netflix. Disney. School. Prom. Homecoming. Boyfriend. Girlfriend. Detention. Starbucks. That looks like a list of random but popular things that look familiar to all of us probably. But all of
“Mag mat naa bayyi ci’m reew” Ahhh – the elders. “Respect” was the only word I ever associated with them growing up. It was like their word was law. If you ask my mother, she will still tell you that their word IS law. It may be because she’s one