23 März 2017
22 März 2017
outside with the tourist bus we had visited the small fields
of bananas and pineapple, tasted the famous palm-brandy, we discovered how
people pressed the red palm oil for the meal with the hot soup,
the production of batik-fabrics, art- manufacture, we learned to drink
the coconut water and milk, refreshing when it got too hot, we were
astonished watching the process from wood to a pirog to ship on the
river, without making any noise, and the wooden sculptures and masks look at us
strange and dark. leather from goats on the big drums gave us the
impression of the powerful bang - bang of the drums.
our guide “sehouna” told us why the Africans burn down small parcels
of their fields, after harvesting the yams and fruits. the affectivity
of this method and some of the clever tourist discussed that all this is
nonsense , the knowledge of the Europeans have to tell the Africans
how to plant. our guide only smiled and shut up.
Next step he wanted to show us the peanut fields, as we watched
the huge mountains of peanuts for the export for Europe. On every
market the green small peanuts you could find but the taste of
fresh green peanuts we did not know and even we did not know how important
for the African kitchen, preparing the famous peanut soup, sauce,
so we were ignoring and for the tourist the field where the peanuts grow,
small green leaves, without seeing the small nuts.
The nuts grow covered with dry African earth, not a spectacular highlight.
But we like peanut oil. peanut butter a lot more ......... ___________________________________________________________________________
21 März 2017
cutting, to arrange new, for another patchwork
with many stories to tell, from markets, clothes in all kind
of colours of the african continent, gathered in years, now
comming back in my mind, when sky is grey, the sun of
africa comes back in my coloured dreams .
my hair is a coccont blossom my face wooden citchen utensil my dress african some juwelery,cains some details has to be done...