Zyphera

Senegalese, baye fall and musician in a reggae band: this is how he introduced himself.

We shared our way to work every morning during six months in Dakar. We took the same bus or the same walking road. The first time, I met Moussa while I was sitting on milestone, waiting for the « tata ». It was warm and I was bored. He asked me a few questions to I politely answered by movements of my head. From this time, we met every morning. Compressed between dozens of sweating people or walking in the sand, we were talking about the same things, all the time and we never reached to the same conclusion. Life, religion, music, education, women, men, development, money…everything passed on our minds. He told me his poor condition for which I was unable to do something. His weird appearance of reggae singer mixed with his highly religious view of life surprised me. We were right opposite from each other, by our personalities, by our lives. But we shared one thing: we both persisted. We were persisting to keep on our points of view without feeling that -maybe, we have influenced each other. One Friday, after the pray, we met. I noticed that when he prays, some others pray as well, as Jews. Chocked then surprised, he told me « Do not say it again in the street ». Despite of his past thirty years old, his precious dread locks, his tiny nose and his round eyes gave him a teenage look. One day, I will be back to Senegal. Maybe we will still be friend and we will share more than our ways to work.