The nomads come to me regularly to plant their tents, in the dry season, inside the city. In December and January the traditional festivals in which young men griment the face of yellow and ochre and lavished their hair in a very feminine way. Then they déhanchent to the sound of the djembés, écarquillant the lips and eyes, to please the assembly of girls, while they stimulate their contenders by their songs and their beat.
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