I sit at the corner with my wobbly little table waiting for the rugged sandy roads to bring their shoes to me. Every day of every week, I wait with my small hammer, needle, thread, evo-stik and the evidences of my profession. I am Abubacarr the cobbler.
From a distance I can see her walk towards me beautifully attired as usual and my frown becomes a smile. A customer is hassling me for a 5 dalasi discount and I am at my most generous point so I do not argue. My eyes are fixed on her as she strolls by towards my table as if to say hello but she pauses a few steps away from me and a beautiful black sedan stops next to her. She exchanges a word or two and disappears into the tinted darkness of the car and my smile disappears.
Fridays are my best days by far. Everyone is scurrying to make it to Friday prayers on time which means one thing – more sandals and slippers to mend. That is however not why they are my best days.