It all started with a dream: "It's time for you to try to explain the mysteries! Find the griot who'll bring you to me, and when you recognize me, circle around me three times, rub me with buttermilk, and let me know what you want. But be careful: don't forget the buttermilk!" That's how I was drawn into the boabab's spirit. It was in the year 2000. The year of the "Sopi". If the boabab was Senegal's emblem, through the tree, I should understand the country.
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