This is the father and the servant. I am embarrassed to admit I don't know either of their names.
He is very nice, and we always exchange warm greetings. He is a very quiet man, and is generally praying or reading the Koran; he doen't seem to have a job as far as I can see.
She is preparing our midday meal, which we eat sitting on the floor around a common bowl. We all eat with spoons except for Maman Africa; she used her fingers and throws pieces of meat, fish, or vegetables from the middle in front of each of us depending on what she notices we like.
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