Learning Wolof

There is no past, no future, no translation

from the Occident to the my beloved Senegal

The linearity of American money making diffuses into a 

web of give and receive on the streets of Dakar, by necessity.

here we leave them in the streets, needles dangling

from their arms, the stench of alcohol on their breath

There, I heard the call to prayer five times a day.

Sentences are short in Wolof and adjectives

don't exist,  it's just a question of is it done

or not, or what is it, where is it, how is it

the important questions, succinctly stated.