I swear there are actually Senegalese people living in Senegal. But like Omar and Bakary, Lamin is Gambian. The Gambia is literally inside of Senegal so they’re pretty much the same culturally speaking except Gambians speak english and Senegalese speak french. That’s just how colonial borders work.
Toubab Dialaw is a charming coastal village that serves as an artistic hub. Like most places catering to tourists, you often end up dealing with locals trying to sell you something or else hope that by hanging out with you, they might get a complimentary beer or four. After dealing with a few such opportunists, I went for a stroll on the beach at night, hoping for better luck. Two rappers approached me and tried to impress me with their rhymes in Wolof, the national language. A short Gambian man around my age was standing next to them. Bakary’s calm demeanor stood out in this attention seeking crowd.
Omar is probably not how you would picture a DJ. You won’t see him spinning records or queuing up songs on his laptop with phat headphones wedged on his shoulder. But there’s always reggae coming out of his broken fake HTC smartphone. He loves playing that music for people around him and therefore rightly labels himself as a DJ.
If you know me even just a little bit, you know I love traveling. I love getting out of my comfort zone. I love when my senses are flooded with foreign dialects, exotic fragrances, unusual scenery. I love having to deal with completely unfamiliar situations in creative ways. That’s when I feel most alive.