She had named her baby Timbe, or the Second, in the Dogon language.
Timbe had cooed through the workshop, passed from hand to hand, fed on demand, napping here and there. The mother, Aissata, told me that – like all her colleagues -- she brought her baby to work. The mothers organized among themselves to make sure that the babies were cared for and happy, each mother nursing her baby when needed. The male co-workers came by and tickled the babies on their bellies. I told Aissata that in
And I said I was sorry, too.