The airport at Timbuktu, where I spent such a large amount
of time on my recent Mali visit, was part of a complex Jihadist attack last
Saturday 14th April. It looks
as if it lies in smithereens, but at least Eva assured me that the landing
strip is unharmed. The attack was simultaneously an attack on the UN camp
adjacent to the airport, and the terrorists were disguised as UN and FAMA
(Malian army) personnel. A sophisticated
attempt at great destruction , which nevertheless has to be regarded as a
failure says Eva, since ten Jihadists were neutralized (other sources say 15) with the loss of one UN
soldier.
This is what the Airport looked like on August 14th
last year, when Walid, Father Columba and I flew in to land ourselves in the
previous great Jihadist attack which
occurred a couple of hours later, that time at the UN headquarters in the
centre of Timbuktu, next to our hotel...
So will work now become even more difficult to organize in
Timbuktu itself? Will the boxes be able to be delivered on that promised MINUSMA
flight for our project? I have tried, but failed so far to have any
information.
Meanwhile, Saadou Traore, our manuscript expert at the
Djenne Manuscript Library, has braved the dangerous road north home to Timbuktu
to visit his family. We took advantage
of this at ELIT and he gave all staff a
three day workshop at the Imam Essayouti library on how to date manuscripts by
the paper used; how to recognize and use watermarks in dating, and how to
change from Hijra to Gregorian calendar. This is all interesting stuff and I
wish I could have been with them...they all seemed enthusiastic about the
workshop, which has its last day today.
And a lovely thing happened yesterday which touched me. My
beloved Pudiogou, (here with his wife number one and baby) the gardener’s assistant and the chamber’maid’ at Hotel Djenne Djenno; my
bogolan apprentice but above all my groom and riding companion across the dusty
Sahel plains for many years, contacted me on Facebook , then wrote to me on Messenger. This is in itself quite a
source of pride, because when he came to Hotel Djenne Djenno , in 2009 perhaps,
from the Dogon country he did not read. He was a student at the adult literacy
evening classes which we ran in Djenne- and still run through MaliMali Projects-
and learned to read and write. He was the best of all my people in Djenne and a born horseman, brave and subtle. One day he left to look after his sister who was mentally ill. He took her to a
traditional healer in the Dogon country and said he would be back soon, but he
never came back. At the time he did owe us money in advances, but that was not
the problem – only that we all missed him and no one knew what had happened to
him. But recently I heard through Maman and Baba in Djenne that they had news
of him, after several years of total silence. He was in the Ivory Coast and had managed to find a job somehow where
he was earning enough money to have bought land in Fana, a town between Segou
and Bamako. He had built himself a house there, and was now in the process of
building another one, for his second wife! Well, that is what is called a ‘turn
up for the books’ if I ever heard of one...
This is what he wrote (in my translation of course)
‘Good evening my ‘patronne’
Sophie. How are you? I am very sorry , my mother Sophie and I ask your forgiveness. I know my
error.’
At his I sent him lots of pictures of us with my horses-
like these...alas my horses are now all dead. I said there was no need for him to worry .I was
just so pleased to hear that he was OK. I often thought of our lovely rides together. He wrote back:
I thank you for your
support and understanding. I think of you often too but I have been scared to speak,
but now, really I am very pleased. I wish you long life, and that God will
bless you and your family.’
And I replied:
‘Ne Allah sonna,
we will meet again one day’.
Ah, Pudiogou, your Prodigal Son... His first wife is so beautifully dressed in that photo. These stories never end, do they? But worrying about Timbuktu.
ReplyDeleteTimbuktu is worrying, yes. But today heard from Ricarda in charge of MINUSMA transport who says that although passenger traffic has been affected at the moment, cargo is stll moving, so hopeful that my boxes will eventually arrive...
ReplyDeleteThat is a very lovely story, about the prodigal son.
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