As unreliable transport got me to a computer about 4 hours later than I expected, and the sun is about to set in Bamako, my journal entries on the Muslim feast of Tabaski have yet to be entered on the computer. I do however have a few pictures to share of the event. Next Friday or Saturday check back for stories on goat slaughterings, me playing the traditional zylophone, and other such adventures. Until then, here are some pics. The one of the boys is my posse, the tallest one being Shaka. My sisters pounding millet, and the morning prayer.
