Karen and Donna and I went to the Petite Marche on Saturday, which is this large area of shops that tangle around through alleys and backstreets. We were warned by several people that it is easy to get lost inside.
There are hundreds of fabric shops. The colors and patterns are so beautiful. Eye candy.
The highlight of the whole weekend, and definitely on the top 5 list for my visit thus far, was the private tour of the main mosque in Ngaoundere, and being able to meet (briefly) the Lamidot, who is the leader of the Muslim community in the region; sort of equivalent to an archbishop, I think. This was really special--you don't just walk up to a mosque and ask to wander around the grounds, especially if you are a woman. But this is why it is good to know people in high places. Which it turns out, I do.
One of the first people I met, on my very first walk into town with Jacalyn on my second day here, was Joseph, an embroiderer/tailor that works at a shop on the main road. Joseph is from Ghana and is English speaking, which was nice to be able to have an easy conversation with someone. I also met the owner of the shop, Aboubakar, who's business has been so successful, that he employs 15 people, which is pretty big here. Turns out Aboubakar is also so successful that he is the Lamidot's private tailor.
The work they do in this shop is really beautiful and I decided that an embroidered tunic and skirt would be my souvenir for myself. It needed alterations, so I've been in the shop several times and have had nice conversations with Joseph and Aboubakar (more of a language barrier but with help from Joseph and others, it works). So on Saturday, I brought Karen and Donna to the shop, and it was really fun to be doing the introducing, rather than always being the one being introduced. In the course of the conversation between Donna, who does speak some French, and Aboubakar, he invited us back to the mosque and the Lamidot's compound today for a tour.
We knew this was a big deal, especially given women are not generally allowed in the mosque. And it is obviously a big deal to be the Lamidot's tailor, because as we walked up to the entrance, horns literally blew for Aboubakar. He arranged for one of the men there to give us a tour of the compound, including a quick bon jour and bow with the Lamidot.
Outside the grounds of the mosque and the Lamidot's compound. |
The ministers filing in to see the Lamidot |
Me and Aboubakar at the mosque. Yes, I have my head covered....I would not be a good Muslim.
Below is Joseph, who actually did the sewing of my garment and the design of the embroidery. He told me he had to quit school at the age of 15 when his father left (which here means died), and though he always hoped he would get back to school, he figured out that that probably would never happen, so he needed a skill and an occupation. He is a really intelligent guy, very sweet.
Also, that's Hans in the middle.
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