This month, my chronicles, written and shared about memories of my childhood will be compared to life today .
Memories of growing up in West Africa in the 1970s and 80s. Some of them blurred but others vivid. In order to make the blurred memories pronounced, I count on facts I know and from reliable conversations and reading.
Moreover, a tradition of storytelling aids me to share slices of my life exposing differences that exist today. An enjoyable childhood, completely different from the experiences of children in the same part of the world, today.