Tag Archives: Education

Where’s the baby ?… Here’s the baby !!!

1 Sep

From the day we are born until a certain age we are taught and incited to play. Our rooms are filled with toys, books, games of all sorts. Playing is part of our evolution, our education, our growth.

Just like we teach our animals to sit, lie down, roll over or play dead through games and treats, we teach our kids the same thing.

This got me thinking… Why do we become so serious and stop playing ? We reach a point in life where playing seems “childish” and we forget to enjoy these rare and relaxing moments. I’m not talking about gluing yourself to the iPad, iPhone, Nintendo and any other brain numbing machine. This probably kills braincells faster than vodka !! Nor am I talking about any competitive games where you end up wanting to beat the crap out of your opponent and where your self esteem is wracked if you loose.

Now that I have a baby of my own and that I am dedicating my days, aside from boring and numbing housework, to play games, make noise with rattles, pretend to be a frog and a princess whenever I shake that finger marionette in front of an hysterical baby, play with weird looking animals that make noise, I admire his innocent smile and ability to enjoy a moment that we would (and that we do) consider silly and a waste of time. He will, for the next 4-6 years, learn “life” through games. Hold (highly important) conferences with his toys. Play loud instruments that people (other than his parents of course) will be offering him. Learn what’s a tree and an apple through books and puzzles. Swing for 15 min on a rusty swing in the park and have the time of his life…

At what point do we wake up in the morning, look ourselves in the mirror and think that this is it !? That we are now too “old” to play (and optionally enjoy ourselves) !? The more important question is – why ?…

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Small photographical details in Africa

11 Dec

There are many times I would just love to take my camera out and click because what I see in front of me is a fabulous image to be captured in that little box… But I avoid as I know I can’t always…

Times like ; When I see two Guinean kids walking down the street under a 28°C sunset, wearing a full Santa Claus outfit with a white, long beard while the other, Santa’s wife, is walking around selling Santa hats.

When I see African women walking along straight and elegantly with weights on their heads heavier than you and I could ever carry in both of our hands.

When I see students, all sitting out in the streets at night under functioning lamp posts, reading and studying their books and homework until rain or electricity-cuts get in the way and interrupt.

When I pass by the markets (street markets) and see the merchandise, mixed as it is, food next to hardware mixed with shoes and clothing, hanging, lying where it can, in rain or in drought.

When I see kids play in the street at night-time with a can to replace the ball, car-race in a home-made box-car to replace the plastic cars we all find in toy stores.

When I leave the house and bump into goats, chickens, roosters and  dogs wandering around in the middle of the street and in the back yard. Sometimes getting in my way, or of cars driving along. The country brought to the city.

When I stand by the window at night on weekends, and watch those young and older play football, while some younger study in a corner under a light. Women sitting in another braiding each others hair. A couple standing in an alley talking. Dogs sleeping in the middle of the road. Security guards contemplating…

Life taken to the streets.

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