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| On my Right is D'Jemble, a Tikar brother who brought me lots of water and biscuits to eat. On my left is Martin, I stayed in a house attached to his hut, he brought me hot water to bathe in every morning and gave me the shakers I am holding. The others are children I met and laughed with while in the village. |
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| Me and my Tikar Sista Janet. She taught me to dance many night in the Hut Bar. Miss you! |
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| Dr. Georges Motto Bwelle and the crew enjoying fish and music with us. he provided free surgeries in my village and others. Check out his work
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| Sitting as a Princess watching the ceremony. Dancing with a 110 year old Tikar Elder |
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| The group I worked with to bring education and healthcare to the Tikar People |
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| Jenny and I had to hide behind buildings away from our Host Issa in order for him to get a cab. Because they could tell we were Americans the price would shoot up, if a deal was not reached before we were spotted, |
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| I fell in a ditch that night on this street and luckily did not break my leg. So you can see I am totally mindful of my steps now. |
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| Am I in Humboldt County of California? This slug is HUGE! |
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| Black women with natural hair on the money... LOVE IT! My money from the U.S. was worth nothing here unless I exchanged it. |
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| My T-shirt with Tikar, Bekang #1 on it. The chief told me I am the first to come back to the Tikar village since enslavement. |
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| Craftsman shaping the teeth of a lion I got for my husband. |
Funeral in Tikar Village of N'Ditam
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| H-O-T spells burning hot! I sure wish I had my lost luggage with my sweat wicking shirts during this walk to the farm. |
