At the end of the year people seem to be especially occupied with surviving until the next and you can’t be reminded enough to take extra care with just about everything when you’re this close to seeing the next year! “Be extra careful when you cross the street, you do want to see the start of 2011, don’t you?!”
Me , Almina and my family along with Dominique, the taxi driver who took us to Koudougou, celebrated new year together in KOUBRI, a village outside of Ouaga where there was a festival with music, dance and lots of souvenirs to buy. And lots of pushy annoying rastamen who promted us to buy everything from overpriced post cards to necklaces. “Mon amie! Comme nous sommes amies, on va te faire un prix burkinabè!” (My friend! Since we’re friends, I will make you a burkinabè price!) Yeah right. Handcraft in all honour, but I’m just not interested! I just wanted to celebrate the new year with my family and friends and for once reeeaally didn’t want to get attacked by “friendly” salesmen. The whole event which had already been on for 3 days was organised by a big group of Italians(!). Apparently it’s a culture exchange project that’s been going on for years. Italian style everything was delayed (haha), I was staaarving and couldn’t wait for the food to get ready but when the lentil stew finally arrived it was worth all the wait! The dance performances were amazing. I loved the costumes – so surreal and creepy. And warm and heavy. I can’t imagine how exhausting it must be to dance covered in a thick fat man suit with a massive wooden mask balancing on your head. I’m impressed they could dance with such energy but by then end they actually seemed pretty tired. After short, explosive dance solos they threw themselves on the ground like dead animals, catching their breath with chests heaving underneath the big heavy suits.
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