I wanted to share some of my favorite photos of my time in Guinea.
The beach in my village.
We dance every day here.
Cows and palm trees dot the coast here.
the three men in charge of the gardening collective near me. The man in the middle is Mangue TP, my counterpart.
My counterpart’s wife and the many children of their compound. Don’t ask me the relations because I couldn’t tell you.
My host mother preparing palm oil using the fruits harvested from her plantation.
My host-mom recently got remarried and looked fabulous as hell.
My super fly sister and best friend, Hadja. She is ridiculously hilarious and keeps me on my toes.
Another shot of the beach in Koba. Come visit.
My counterpart pounding leaves of a local tree species rich in Nitrogen to make an organic fertilizer.
Group shot of a gardening collective, or groupement in French, I visited to learn about their practices, what they’re missing, what they’re interested in working on and how motivated they are. They grow corn, pepper, eggplant, and okra during the dry season.
My counterpart, Mangue TP, at his (our? I work with him there every day) garden. We just created those garden beds behind him and he is standing next to an orange tree nursery.
My friend Marijo and my host-sister Djenab. They are in their school uniforms and are about to walk 10 kilometers to attend class. They are both mothers.
One of the older brothers in my house family is a serious enterepeneur and extremely intelligent. He lives in the capitol but when he comes back to Koba for work or to visit the family, I give him English lessons. He called me out of the blue yesterday and asked me if I was home because a carpenter and an electrician were on the way to install an outlet and a socket in my room to run off of the family generator. Good karma has brought me LIGHT!!!
Garden beds mulched with hay at a groupement I visited.
My friend Mariam and her two sons, David Jr. and Papi.
Members of a groupement posing in front of their garden bed — pepper and corn and the Guinean stare-down. Guineans don’t have the same desire to say “Cheese” when the camera pulls out.
Took a bike ride along the beach.