Tsaraba from an adventurous journalist (II), By Muhammad Jameel Yusha’u
So I contacted the tailor immediately to make sure she prepares the tsaraba within few days so I can take it with me; and so she did. But what is important is another tsaraba that I found in Dakar, which is common among Senegalese women. Tailoring is very popular among them; in fact you can say it is a global industry mostly patronized by fellow Africans from various parts of the continent and beyond. Some of these women actually convert their houses into business centres, dedicating a portion to the tailoring business while also playing their role as full-time house wives. Once in a while they come and supervise their employees to ensure that everything is on track.
These women have a lot in common with the ones in my society; they are Muslims, Africans, and full-time house wives. Yet they have created a successful business in their own homes without having to worry about the horror of working under a ‘boss’. In fact they are the CEOs of their businesses, their children will not be deprived of motherhood because the mother is there for them. Beyond that, they are employers of labour, thereby helping the society to be productive.
“Daga gani ka san babu rigimar kudin cefane tare da maigida” (there is no need for quarrel with the husband over money for maintenance or other household needs), I thought. In fact I even saw one of the women helping her children with their school assignments while keeping an eye on her employees. Indeed I saw a better approach to women empowerment in the tailoring business practiced by some of the Senegalese women, one that flourishes without tearing the family institution apart.
“Jameel”, said a fellow colleague who accompanied me for window-shopping in order to get the best tsaraba from our journey. “I am surprised at the price of these clothes. I always thought they cost no more than twenty to forty dollars,” he said with his face clearly expressing his astonishment. “Many people will be surprised because the material alone, a ganila or gezna costs around fifteen or even twenty thousand Nigerian Naira, which is around hundred US dollars. Wow. From today I will have a different impression of these clothes, I think there is a difference between West African and Somali culture”, he added.
“In fact if you want to get married in Nigeria, at least in the region I came from, you need to prepare boxes of these expensive clothes as part of the marital gift,” I told him. “Are you serious,” he asked. “Indeed I am.” And with surprise written all over his face, we took a taxi back to our hotel as it was getting dark as we were billed to attend a 9 p.m meeting as part of preparations for the event that brought us to Dakar the following morning.
The following day, after hours of work we wanted to have a taste of the local restaurants. You see, whenever you visit a city, make sure you visit the local restaurants; it will leave an indelible memory of that country. But here is my advice, make sure you learn the names of the best foods there as they are written in the local language to avoid the experience I once had in Milan, Italy in 2007. We visited a local restaurant, where attendants didn’t understand English. We too did not understand Italian. After going through the menu the only thing I understood was spaghetti and something else I can’t remember now. After making the order available, it-was indeed spaghetti cooked with dodon kodi (snail). Of course, in Hausa culture, that is a no go area for many. What else can you do, just say bismillah (invoking the name of Allah) and go ahead. We still laugh over experience till dare especially whenever we receive visitors who claim they will never eat dodon kodi.
My friend and I decided to work through the streets; after all it is an exercise, and an opportunity to see the city. “There is a Moroccan restaurant over there,” my friend said. And we walked right in. After going through the menu, we placed an order for couscous with chicken stew. Couscous was not among my favourite dishes some years back until I met some friends from North Africa, especially Libya while I was studying in the UK. For them, Couscous is a ceremonial food, and you wouldn’t like to miss it if it is well prepared.
A mild drama happened between my friend and the restaurant attendant. After making the order available, my friend asked the attendant, “is the food halal?”. “Are you accusing me of selling pork to you?” the attendant replied. I quickly intervened with a brief explanation. My friend has lived most of his life in Canada, and it is common for Muslims especially those living in the West to always verify the food to make sure it’s halal (permissible). This could partly explain the rise of the halal industry in the West. Even conventional restaurants like KFC and Burger King put the halal sign in their restaurants to cater for the needs of Muslim customers in some countries. “You see this is a predominantly Muslim country, it is good to verify, but you do not have to worry”. And so we had a nice dinner.
But the most expensive tsaraba I got from this journey was our visit to the Goree Island, the Island that was at the centre of slave trade for 300 years, on Thursday, January 29. Goree Island was where over 20 million able-bodied Africans were transported to Europe and North America as slaves. It was a visit that will make your heart bleed with the tears of agony over the atrocities committed against the black people of the world.
To be continued…
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