Tonight w

hen Tammy and I came through immigration the officer asked, “Africa, have you been to any remote villages?”
“Well, kind of remote.”
“Were there any chickens or goats in the village?”
“They were around the village.”
In truth, while Daganbugu is only 15 kilometers from Ouelessebougou, it is remote, an hour plus drive over very bad roads.
And as far as the goats and chickens, they are outside of the village, in the village and in the dwellings.

So, now I sit in my very comfortable home having just had a

steak, potato, great glass of wine and worry, did Boi get enough rice today?
Did he get any protein, chicken, goat or peanuts?
I do not have to worry about him having fun with his “posse” or if he is very much loved by everyone in the village.

The village was filled with anticipation to see Boi.
He seemed very cautious at first, just

trying to take it all in.
There were uncles, aunts, grandma, grandpa and all of the kids, some with excitement, many hugs from mom, with disbelief.
It was clear right away that Zina and his wife had made a huge effort for the homecoming.
That night there was a party with drums, dancers and s

inging.
A wonderful celebration attended by all of Daganbugu and many from other villages.
At the end of our first day, mixed emotions.
Boi is home, everyone loves him.
Boi is home, where can he go from here?
The next day, more celebrating.

Tammy and I were presented with a goat, several chickens and invited to meet with the Chief of the village, Zina’s dad, for him to give us our Bambaran names and his thanks. Tammy’s name is Hawa, “Eve, Mother of the Prophets.”
My name is Siraba, Sira, “Mother of all Women” and ba, “a big presence.” After this, as we walked through the village, people addressed us by these names.
A very big honor to be given names by the Chie

f.
The feast of goat and lamb was cooked, the women performed a traditional dance and Boi was back with his friends and family.
He was back to eating

from a pot, bathing in a bucket and sleeping on the floor.
All fine with him, he is home.
The bikes were put together and the toys slowly came out. The other children became more comfortable with Tammy and me, the women continued to work and the men drank tea and talked and talked and talked.
The village really is beautiful, very gr

een as this is the rainy season.
There is no running water but a new well. There are a few “out houses” just outside of the village but there is also a small place to
“pee” and wash with a basin within the compound which is concerning. There is no power.
There is a school, a small one, only to 2
nd grade, also concerning.
The crops are planted and seem to be doing well; it has been raining a lot.
And most importantly it is evident, there are many smiles, respect and love for each

other in the village.
So, Boi is happy and home.
After seeing where he comes from it is unbelievable the way he adjusted to being here.
After 2 nights and 3 days in the village, Tammy and I are home too. We did fine in the village, we felt very welcomed and look forward to going back. This trip for us was a continuation of the personal relationship that we have with Boi. The stories are endless and most impossible to share. It is with mixed emotions that we left Boi. We know he is safe and happy. We do have worries though. We worry about his nutrition. We have talked to Zina and left him with funds for extra food. We worry about his education. We very much want Boi to have the opportunity for an education. We have arranged for a tutor and he will be participating in the “One Laptop for every Child” workshop in Ouelessebougou. But, the village needs a middle school. The village needs to learn about the dangers of contaminated water, too many children are dying.
Tammy and I have a plan. Boi’s story is not over…
Abigail
“Sir

aba”

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