|I descended the stairs to the cour and ate some millet porridge with my housemates before departing to walk along the sweltering streets of Youboukaina towards the mosque. On arrival I was reminded of the festival by several damp patches on the walls. The burning hot sun would soon erase these last traces. Nobody was concerned anymore about what had taken place that morning. Peace had returned to the streets of Djenné. Life had eased back into its daily routine.
Story © Manette Zeelenberg