Change of City

In a series of fortunate events, God gave a job to my husband.  We are back in Ouagadougou, and he is teaching his first class at the post-secondary African Institute of Management, IAM.  It is a first-year communications course, and the hope is that they will find it necessary to hire him to teach more.  I am at Tantie's house (we stayed here last time we visited Ouaga.)  Tanti went out, perched on her motorcycle in a ruffly white dress.  Apsa, her little sister (or is she a maid?) is gone to high school.
And I have fair internet to work with again. 
I want to share some pictures from our time in Bobo Dioulasso.

We are staying at Tantie's until we find a house here in Ouaga. I don't know that I will miss the clay house in Bobo, but I will miss the family there, and the cooler weather.  This is the home compound we left behind, landscaped with stormy skies.  The greens growing around the houses are used with pounded dried fish to cook a sauce that is eaten with to.  Sometimes they also use sweet potato leaves.

Throwing out dishwater.

A visitor and Maman dressed beautifully.













The road, lined with trees and fields of millet, beans, and peanuts. 

Maman on her moto.

Nice chair, bro!






(Left) We are leaving in a taxi to take the bus to Ouagadougou.  Approaching us on the road you see another taxi.