Touareg in the Sahara
Mali 2005
I’m not really sure where we were. No one knew but it was either Mali or Mauritania. The women spoke Hasaniya which is a dialect of Arabic. No matter that we were in the middle of nowhere, the women had a cache of beads, painted enamel teapots and some leather goods that they quickly spread out on the sand for us to buy. Then they pulled their head coverings low over their faces and turned their backs. They trusted our Touareg men to sell for them.
I wondered what the women talk about. The answer: from a man, of course, “Nothing.”