The meat I eat normally strolls along the street. It‘s Guinea fowl. They just wander around the huts together with the chicken. There are also many goats, sheep and some dogs. They walk around as they please, enter courtyards and don‘t think of going away when someone is passing. I saw some cows crossing the road. Cars have to be careful not to hit the animals. There are lots of children. They call me when I walk along the street. Siliminga. The clothes they wear are dirty and either too small or too big. A girl of maybe six years carries a baby. I wonder whether their parents know or care about what they are doing and where they are going.
And then there is the rubbish. Everywhere. Plastic bags mostly but I guess you could find everything on the streets. Nobody seems to care about this. There are no bins. People just throw their rubbish over the next wall to get rid of it or drop it wherever they are going.
However, closer to the town centre, many people are dressed very nicely. Shirt and tie, blouses and these beautiful, colourful dresses. It looks a little bit odd when you see them dressed like this in crammed taxis or on motorbikes, winding their way through the dusty streets.
The town is full of motorbikes. They are more practical than cars as they are better in bending and avoiding potholes and can pass almost everywhere. However, cars here are able to do very odd things as well. They use paths meant for pedestrians and fit into the most narrow gaps still leaving enough space for a passing motorbike.
