Through the SANDS OF TIME: DON'T COUNT THE DAYS, MAKE THE DAYS COUNT

Wednesday, April 23rd, Day 11

In my daily life back home, I find myself rushing from one commitment to the next. My agendas are meticulously kept, and I write notes in three different calendars to ensure nothing slips through the cracks. Yet, during my time in Senegal, I’ve learned to embrace “African time.” Here, I no longer check my agenda or worry about being late.

Everywhere we go, Mansour is greeted like a local celebrity, earning him the affectionate nickname "Mayor Mansour." Witnessing his interactions is heartwarming; he genuinely takes the time to converse with everyone he meets, embodying the essence of relationship building. I can’t help but smile at his awareness, knowing exactly what each person needs to feel valued. It makes me ponder—have we lost this back home? Are we so quick to say hello that we forget to truly see and listen to others?

A Visit to Manar Al Huda

Our journey takes us to Manar Al Huda, the largest French Arabic school in Louga. Upon arrival, we are introduced to the staff, who graciously welcome us, even though it is customary for them not to shake hands with females. Once again, curious students surround us, eager to learn about these foreigners. I am even given the translation of my name in Arabic, which adds a personal touch to my experience.

We observe a 9th-grade English class, consisting of 12 boys and 4 girls, who sit in separate rows. Despite the laughter and noise from other classrooms echoing through the open window and door, not a single student turns to look or gets distracted. They remain fully engaged, learning about Nelson Mandela. An abbreviated autobiography is read aloud, vocabulary is discussed, and sentences are written. I am continually amazed by their intelligence and focus, especially since English is often their third or even fourth language. But as with all things, time moves on, and we must eventually say our goodbyes.

At Osmund’s School

Next, we head to Osmund’s school, where the boys in our crew have been spending their time. The teachers greet us warmly, unhurried by their commitments and responsibilities. We observe students painting the “Wall of Values” on the exterior of their building, emphasizing the dangers of men traveling on fishing canoes to Europe in order to make money for families "the canoe is not a boat; it is a coffin".

In the courtyard, two trees stand intertwined—a beautiful symbol of interconnectedness between the Senegalese and the U.S. It represents the bond that transcends borders, showcasing how students from around the world can learn from one another.

A Flavorful Conclusion

After a long day filled with meaningful interactions, we venture out for a Senegalese burger. As we walk toward our destination, a group of drummers begins to follow us, transforming our stroll into an impromptu parade with children joyfully joining in. It’s delightful!

Although dinner is scheduled for 7:00 PM, we arrive fashionably late at 8:00 PM. My curiosity piques as I take my first bite of this culinary creation. The burger, filled with egg, chicken, and fish, is a unique and delicious experience.

As I savor each bite, I find myself wishing time could stand still. I’m taking home so much more than I can ever give—memories, lessons, and connections that will last a lifetime. In this beautiful place, I’ve learned the value of making each day count, cherishing the moments that truly matter.