Burkinabe Lullaby

one peaceful winter twilight in 1989

I remember a night long ago, as the sun set behind the marché and a lone spire peered through the dust laden air, a lone bicyclist made his way down this empty street toward home confident that sagabo would soon warm him. Confident that after this meal, his world would sleep through the winter night wrapped in a cobalt breeze. Confident that he could hope for a profitable morrow tailoring clothes for the schoolmaster’s wife. He slept a good sleep next to his good wife and his good children. But that was long ago. Tonight I pray that peace returns to the sleep of this street, so that hope may return to the people who work and live along it. Bonne nuit, mes amies de Bobo-Dioulasso et dans le Burkina Faso entier.

Update: The day after I posted this, presidential forces arrived to restore order. The long term outcome is still unclear.

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2 thoughts on “Burkinabe Lullaby

    • It’s hard to wrap my mind around. Some of the (too short) online news stories seem so unreal. I even found the travel warnings for foreigners–warnings of kidnap?

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