When we went to visit a group of children in Lafiabougou (Bamako) supported by @bambini.nel.deserto (through donations), we noticed right away that some of them had a dermatologic issue, quite visible in this picture. But even this could not muffle their contagious smile.
The streets of Bamako
She is one of the beautiful children supported by @bambini.nel.deserto in Lafiabougou (Bamako). Thanks to the donations they collect, these children are granted sustenance and scholarship. Their eldest siblings and few women from the neighbourhood take care of the smallest ones.
Young man in Bamako.
Nearby the Artisans’ Market in Bamako
Candid shot in a market in Bamako
Nearby the Artisans’ Market in Bamako
The streets of Siby in the early morning
The village of Siby waking up
In the southern regions of Mali every year the Monsoons season wipes away many of the poorer houses.
Upon the arrival of the new season new ones need to be built. The awareness that they will only last one year doesn’t seem to discourage these people, probably accustomed to this annual task.
In some areas this even favoured the development of original and coloured architectonic decorative styles, even though such traditions are slowly fading away.
Upon the arrival of the new season new ones need to be built. The awareness that they will only last one year doesn’t seem to discourage these people, probably accustomed to this annual task.
In some areas this even favoured the development of original and coloured architectonic decorative styles, even though such traditions are slowly fading away.
In the southern regions of Mali every year the Monsoons season wipes away many of the poorer houses.
Upon the arrival of the new season new ones need to be built. The awareness that they will only last one year doesn’t seem to discourage these people, probably accustomed to the annual task.
In some areas this even favoured the development of original and coloured architectonic decorative styles, even though such traditions are slowly fading away.
Upon the arrival of the new season new ones need to be built. The awareness that they will only last one year doesn’t seem to discourage these people, probably accustomed to the annual task.
In some areas this even favoured the development of original and coloured architectonic decorative styles, even though such traditions are slowly fading away.
Some of these photos were taken around a rural village called Siby, in the Koulikoro Region.
Siby is also well known for the production of creams and soaps made with karité.
Siby is also well known for the production of creams and soaps made with karité.
Crooked trees
Candid photo on a random Sunday morning.
Some children, in some places, grow adult earlier.
Some children, in some places, grow adult earlier.
Malian child
Steps
A random pose.
Hierarchies
A curious child in Siby.
Passing by.
Street portrait
Kids having fun in front of the camera.
A tailor with his trustworthy "Singer"
As cute as it gets
Bamoussa, 88 yo. Farmer.
He lives with his second wife and his two last children (10 and 14 yo), after losing his first family (seven children and wife) before, and 4 more children after.
They all live in a 3 sqm room in the San Fils neighbourhood, along the Niger River, with neither drinking water nor electricity. They also beg to get by.
@briciolesyncretiche , thanks to its project “ABC – #abookforachild ” and to its volunteers, managed to provide them with: scholarship for the kids, periodic food supply, all the necessary for a tobacco and dry fruit stand in front of their house.
Furthermore, right few days ago, @briciolesyncretiche helped Bamoussa successfully undergo a cataract surgical intervention for both eyes. The Grand Vieux can now finally walk on his own.
But it’s not enough.
I’ve had the chance to spend some time with @briciolesyncretiche in Bamako, witnessing what they do on the field and the devotion they pour into it. All I’m left to say is… thank you @briciolesyncretiche
He lives with his second wife and his two last children (10 and 14 yo), after losing his first family (seven children and wife) before, and 4 more children after.
They all live in a 3 sqm room in the San Fils neighbourhood, along the Niger River, with neither drinking water nor electricity. They also beg to get by.
@briciolesyncretiche , thanks to its project “ABC – #abookforachild ” and to its volunteers, managed to provide them with: scholarship for the kids, periodic food supply, all the necessary for a tobacco and dry fruit stand in front of their house.
Furthermore, right few days ago, @briciolesyncretiche helped Bamoussa successfully undergo a cataract surgical intervention for both eyes. The Grand Vieux can now finally walk on his own.
But it’s not enough.
I’ve had the chance to spend some time with @briciolesyncretiche in Bamako, witnessing what they do on the field and the devotion they pour into it. All I’m left to say is… thank you @briciolesyncretiche
I just couldn’t stop admiring these beautiful ladies and their skill in carrying loads over their head.
This is one of the children who, according to many, isn’t threatened by a war (because there is no war in Mali), who’s not threatened by poverty (because Mali is not Darfour), who’s not threatened by lack of opportunities (because there are so many multinational companies creating job in Mali), who doesn’t need a boat to reach Europe (because Europe would be so happy to provide her with a flight ticket), this is a child who will have made that call if she decides to walks through a desert only to end up in a camp in Libya, where her childhood will be crushed in the most despicable ways.
If you really believe this is one of those children, go to Saint Fil (Bamako) to tell her. You will find her seating among the garbage, with not even a rag to cover up.
As far as I’m concerned, this is a child who, I hope, will never be fished out, with a school report card in her pocket, of this endless Mediterranean Sea.
If you really believe this is one of those children, go to Saint Fil (Bamako) to tell her. You will find her seating among the garbage, with not even a rag to cover up.
As far as I’m concerned, this is a child who, I hope, will never be fished out, with a school report card in her pocket, of this endless Mediterranean Sea.
A walk in Saint Fil, along the Niger River (Bamako).
This kid was so proud of his kite. I didn't even have to ask him to pose for a picture.
This kid was so proud of his kite. I didn't even have to ask him to pose for a picture.
A “stroll” down the Niger River.
Kids having fun in front of the camera (2)
