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The Mango Rains

April 28, 2011

The other night, it rained. Woken up at 2am by a vague noise, I took out my bouchons d’oreille (fancy French way of saying earplugs) to discover what sounded like the sky falling down. The rain felt foreign, out of place in a 40 degrees Bamako, threatening almost.

I hadn’t heard or felt rain in roughly 8 months, and suddenly I had to fight the urge to rush outside and just stand under it, soak it up. The next morning the air felt fresh and renewed, although I started to worry what would happen to the small river/sewage flow trickling through our street when the real rains started.

(I’m hoping Bamako’s impressive number of road side sellers, offering a range of goods from Scrabble and Monopoly to orange juicers, recognise the market opportunity and start selling wellies).

I’d have to wait a few months however, for I learnt only last week that Tuesdays downpoar wasn’t the real rains, just the ‘Mango Rains’ :

The rains that come when the earth is dry and the heavy rains still far away to make the mangoes sweet

As described in ‘Monique and the Mango Rains’. Review to come.

One Comment leave one →
  1. David. L permalink
    April 29, 2011 8:21 am

    What a beautiful phrase- ‘ Mango rains’. Can we have some of your 40 degrees, is is cold here once again. Dadx

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