You never know where you'll find talent. I'm developing a little football (Americans: read "soccer") team out in the village where I work. I figured since the kids have so much time on their hands, why not get them into an activity. So I bunched the girls and the boys together and encourage them to play their lungs out, there are two teams now that scrimage during the week. One named themselves "Arsenal" and the other "Lions". I get a hearty laugh on the inside when I see the older ladies pass by the pitch, frown a little and comment, "Even the girls are playing soccer?" Or when the girls are dribbling and the little boys go, "Well! I can't see the soccer ball with all those skirts flapping about!" Well, little boy, let the girls be! Good times.
The story is told that Alpha Blondy (born Seydou Kone in 1953, Cote d'Ivoire) composed the song "sweet Fanta Diallo" to thank the mysterious nurse who had attended faithfully to his mental health needs as a psychiatric patient in an Ivorian hospital. Well after he was well again, he returned to the hospital to thank Fanta Diallo. No one knew of her or even remembered a nurse named Fanta Diallo as ever having worked there. He left and believing she might have been an angel set about composing the song to thank her anyway. I have had my own Fanta Diallos, many I can't remember; and for those whose composition is not etherial; in case you ever come across this blog, thank you one and all! Here are some my brain can recall: 1. I was a crawling baby when I had wandered on all fours outside of our yard. All my mother remembers from the incident is a very irate man bringing me home. He had found me teetering on a bridge unknowingly facing, as it were, death, a short d
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