Dakar, my lovely city, you are assaulted with so much vibe. You almost remind me of my friends on their period. But I’m sure you’ll be okay… maybe.
It is the afternoon; I am with my friend. Suddenly his phone rang. A look on his face shows he is interrogative about what the other voice is telling him. Lowering his voice, I heard him being agreed about what he is told. Then his face changes, he smiled at me and says “ my brother told me that is quite dangerous on the other side, we should finish early today”
In Dakar, they are those who would walk beside you in the streets of médina, with style defying all the fashion norms. You hardly notice them. But once you see them; you find them peculiar.
They wear rectangle shade glasses from the '70s, with a classic long sleeves shirt in a color that does not match with the jean. You can see a pencil, a bunch of folded papers and a cigarette pack point from that shirt pocket and shoes that are either sandals or sneakers. But what’s up with them? Well “lemme tell you som’ ” ; they have…
the term came to my mind while pursuing a little ritual of mine. This actual ritual consists of just going on the rooftop, light a cigarette, and let my thought going at the same pace as the stick is being consumed, taken by the smoke
I’ve decided to put on screen the life of procrastination, why? because I’ve heard that it is during procrastination that you came out with great ideas. And I confirm that. This way, to make it sounds less dramatic, more like a tale; my decision was to do a portmanteau; like Adidas, by combining Procrastination and Tale. Short stories ; don’t bring it on because it is too much work to use all these words to make you understand who we are (I'm not alone here lol)