Wednesday 13 July 2011

JOY ON THE BEACH




The beach along the southern side of Freetown is the place for sunbathing, swimming, playing, flirting, taking a stroll and playing football, playing football, playing football….There is one game after another, very often the improvised goal being used by two games at the same time back- to –back. Good games, too, with a lot of energy being spent on the soft sand. Players are friendly, stopping for a hello if not caught in the heat of the game, and posing happily. It is such a pleasure to see so much young, happy, energetic humanity. They are all poor, they eat very little but right now, it doesn’t matter - the king of sports charms us all, players and spectators on this great background…the Atlantic.

This succession was interrupted by the sound of drums. Rhythmic, joyful, the unmistakable, rhythm that urges one to move in rhythm, to engage in dance. I approached. A group of dancers, men and women were engaged in an intricate and energetic dance. At a point the dance becomes a charade and I get the explanation: one man has revealed the secrets of his secret society to the women and now he is punished – killed and the women are paralyzed with fear at what they have seen…the audience surrounds entranced the dancers, the kids dance too on the side… I click my camera again and again and for once I wish I had a video to capture the motion and the sound and he rhythm and the energy. I am not a magician photographer to capture all the “joie de vivre” of these dancers.

They are dressed in casual clothes for the people here, not any fancy costumes. After the ‘show’ they pass a hat, a few Leones are collected. I am in my bathing shorts only but for once I feel the need to give. I go back fast to my hotel and get some money and I catch them as they take a snack of cassava mash, their dinner, before parting, and I talk to them. They would like the get my pictures, none of them has a camera, but one of them has an email account so I will send them some. They are an informal group, amateurs, they don’t give any paid shows but hope to do so sometime in the future when there will be a market for their talent. Right now…they just love to practice on the beach. And I love them…and this is another face of Africa!

Monday 11 July 2011

Moment in Africa (Rom & English)


Aseara, la Freetown, Sierra Leone, am fost la plaja si am facut baie in valuri si am inotat si apoi m-am plimbat pe plaja pina la un promontoriu foarte frumos, stinci si iarba si cocotieri si ma preagateam sa ma asez pe o stinca si sa meditez la cele profunde ale vietii privind marea ...cind am vazut ca sunt inconjurat de cacati. La propriu...umani, proaspeti, cu toate atributele lor relativ la forma, textura, miros, etc. Aceasta constatare a avut darul de a ma scoate din starea de pre-meditatie si m-a adus intr-o stare mai pragmatica, incercind sa "ies din cacat" la propriu. Dupa ce am reusit chestia asta, sarind din stinca in stinca ca o capra neagra carpatina supraponderala , nu m-am putut totusi sa nu remarc simbolismul acestui episod. Asta e Africa adeseori: un loc superb, care te fura, numai ca sa realizezi ca e plin de cacat de fapt.

Last evening, in Freetown, Sierra Leone, I went to the beach in front of my hotel. I played in the waves, had a swim, and then I took a walk along the shore up to a beautiful rocky promontory reaching out in the sea, with wonderfully green grass and palm trees and spectacular granite outcrops…I looked around for a place to sit and meditate about the more spiritual side of life, while looking at the sea. And I realized that I am surrounded by shit. Literally - human, with all its attributes regarding shape, texture, smell, color, etc. This realization pulled me out of the pre-meditation stage into a much more pragmatic state of mind, prepared to get out of the shit hole I was in. I succeeded in the end, without any “accident” jumping from rock to rock like a graceful chamois…an overweight one…Looking back at the incident I could not avoid realizing the symbolism of it all. This is so like many places in Africa: a magic place which charms you only to realize it’s full of shit …