Patte d’Oie is the only-Senegalese Dakar’s borough where I live just now. Very few Toubab (Westerners) here. No laziness: life is slow but it’s a Sunday and every business is open. That includes the mosque (a never-ending chanting duo: a nicely-singing muezzin and a terrible one) and the drumming. Oh, the drumming! I’m chained to this table writing a story and praying for the drums to go quiet!