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  • Porte du Millénaire,ouvre toi:)

    Hello out there, hope life is treating you well .

    I was not feeling my best physically this weekend so I didn’t work out on Sunday ,it’s flue season here and my immune system was not at its best. I figured I would go for a walk and enjoy the sunset view by the Corniche Ouest downtown Dakar. I dont usually work out there but I felt like changing scenery today .I felt like feeling the pulse of the Corniche Ouest by sunset & also wanted to feel the vibe of the fitness enthusiasts there

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    When I reached la Porte du Millénaire, there were crowds of people walking, buying fruit snacks, juice , water .Les maads sont de saison and several brave women entrepeneurs have set up tables on which they sell cups of maad jams, cups of slices of mangoes among other snacks. What I find interesting is that they all sell the same things sitting right next to each other. Some of the vendors also sell popcorns, there are also the forever Corniche Jambars :the coconuts vendors, these men are so brave pushing daily their carts of coconuts from one area to another.

    Last year the city had prohibited street food sellers from doing business at the Corniche so I was surprised to see so many of them around.At the same time, this is how they feed their families and themselves. I walked around and went down by the beach, there were groups of young men playing beach soccer, others doing some cardio workout on the sand. I sat down for a little while, enjoyed the view .It’s definitely a different vibe from the Corniche Ouest by Sea Plaza, I like” my Corniche” maybe because I know it very well, it’s more spacious I feel or maybe I am biased lol

    There used to be swings and I heard that people stole them…it’s a pity , kids used to have fun on them. The street photographers are still around, doing photoshoots for the young girls who want to have memories from their outing there.I remenbered that there were des colorful marches where people would work out and I figured I was feeling well enough to engage in a light workout session. When I reached the steps, there was a group lead by the voice of a woman, I was pleasantly surprised to hear that. I started my solo session, there was a little girl who was imitating my moves lol it was cute.

    From afar I could see lightnings , rain was not too far I decided to order my Yango ride before it started. As I was waiting for it, I heard the loud voice of a woman street vendor… she was screaming , cursing and people were just watching her I guess she’s not new to the shouting game. Another woman was yelling back and no one was truly stepping in so I figured it’s street market business as always.

    When my Yango driver reached , we engaged in an interesting conversation, he was driving an electrical car, I asked him why he chose that.He explained that he works in communication and out of curiosity decided to drive electric as a side hustle. He wanted to understand more of that industry and also shared that he does content for drivers. He explained that some of our drivers should be more professional in the way they drive and engage with their customers….interesting conversation:)

    ‘Till next time InshAllah:)

    Yaye

  • Tea for the soul..

    J’avance et j’avance pas à pas....”comme dirait la jeune chanteuse Frenchie Ivoirienne Denden😄

    Anywhoo a dear soul Sister of mine who was visiting our hometown gifted me with some beautiful tea from Kenya .Every time I enjoy a cup of it I smile thinking of her, thinking of making duahs for her.. It’s interesting how as we get older, when we’ve “lived” a little bit..gone through major and minor trials, thoughtful gifts like this means a lot..

    It makes me think of how lucky we are to still be here, it makes me grateful for those friendship moments when we can talk, be a witness to our growth, talk about our children and be happy for each other. So yeah .. every time I use a tea bag I think of her, of how beautiful is her focus in life, how proud of her accomplishments I am, of the woman she is and keeps on becoming..

    Let’s not take for granted friends gestures, it’s their way of acknowledging their care for us…:)

    Merci Amy🌸🥰

    Voilà another random billet of May’ 25…

    ’Till next time InshAllah

    Yaye:)

  • Home Decor..they are doin it their style in Dkr

    Home Decor..so no more bibelots everywhere and anywhere rite??

    Non non I’m serious…please let’s start branching out….

    C’est promis we are now revamping our homes and styles fron now on…

    Thank you the Gaye, Ipend and Diop for letting me into their homes…

    The Gaye...Hallway version
    The Gaye…Hallway version

    The Gaye -Living's Room
    The Gaye -Living's Room

    Anora's Land
    Anora's Land

    Vase o vase
    Vase o vase

    Ying & Yang
    Ying & Yang

    The Ipend Home



    No more standard deco..but time for personal style ..for the new Mrs:)




    The Ipend Home
  • So We Figured ..Lunch A la Lebanese in Dakar

    Senegalaisement Marieme
    Senegalaisement Marieme

    Andaloss decor
    Andaloss decor

    Current Mood: Tired

    The song: Morning by Jean Baylor member of Zhane

    The place: Andaloss a lebanese restaurant on Sandienery Street in Downtown Dakar..from the outside..mmm nahhh

    But once inside the warm red tones and Marocan theme of the restaurant had Marieme and I thinking: ‘Oh Ok”

    The Service: Badd ..they either need to add people to their staff or teach their current employees on how to be quick and welcoming

    Example: Asked for a glass or water before my meal..didn’t get it until after we had lunch…

    Would I recomend it: Yes because it’s discreet and cosy

    The plus: Andaloss does take away they have a tea salon , pastry shop and a butcher shop..all on Sandienery Street…

    The clientele: business people during the day…

    Till next time Marieme:)

    Yaye

  • I Don’t Want To Believe…..

    I don’ t want to believe that there’s only way of depicting Afrika

    I want to believe that we all are different yet similar in my land

    I don’t want to believe that there are no cool blogs about Africans by Africans

    I don’t want to believe that it all can only happen abroad

    I don’t want to believe that we all have to accept the current vision of our continent

    I don’t wanna believe that there is nothing I can do

    I don’t want to believe that there will be no better days

    Hun Hun of course said with a lot of atitude lol no josee

    I just refuse

    Yaye