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anne-laur · 1 year

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Pas besoin d'aller au Qatar, grattons le vernis de NGOR rek.

NGOR, quartier résidentiel du nouveau Dakar.

NGOR, ou les banques poussent aux côtés des restaurants chics.

Quiconque descend au rond point de la brioche dorée peut observer le Sénégal urbain des années 2020.

Le trottoir abrite les mères avec enfants, assises par terre, les nouveaux stagiaires nouvellement embauchés en costards froissés par les clandos, et regarde les 4x4 aux vitres teintées , anonymes et écrasantes.

Elles écrasent tout sur leur passage, ces 4x4 rutilantes, qu'une vie de salaire ne pourrait pas payer : les livreurs Jumia sur leurs petites Jakartas, les mamans qui descendent du Tata, elles écrasent même les rêves des honnêtes gens qui pensaient qu'en travaillant bien à l'école, ils pourraient réussir à faire de l'argent.

NGOR, ou les carrapid et les ndiagen ndiaye déversent chaque jour leur marée d'ouvriers venus construire les nouvelles villas des gouvernementeurs, sur les terrains sacrifiés de l'ancien aéroport.

NGOR où les écoles internationales colonisent les esprits des élèves, leur dictant les normes occidentales et les exhortant à regarder leur patrie comme "le tiers monde" avec un petit air méprisant.

Si ces élèves savaient la ferveur et le bonheur qui existent dans les établissements sénégalais, l'engagement citoyen, les gouvernements scolaires, les jardins, les matchs, les setal settou...

NGOR, Sénégal moderne, où les inégalités sociales cohabitent sous l'œil avisé des talibés et des baye fall qui ont bien compris, à force de regarder la rue, quel théâtre social se jouait là, dans ces beaux quartiers.

Le soir, dans les chantiers inachevés, dans des pièces sans fenêtres, à la merci du vent de janvier, les ouvriers nigériens, maliens, guinéens, ou gambiens écoutent du Cabo qui résonne loin dans ces pièces vides, après 8h de maçonnerie payées 4000 francs.

Juste à côté d'eux, les nounous s'affairent dans les maisons des boss qui eux-mêmes redressent leur noeud papillon pour sortir sur le dernier roof top à la mode ou ils vont dépenser 40000 francs en une soirée afin de séduire une jolie fille.

Ngor, tableau réaliste du Sénégal 2023, où Dakar a été vendu aux immobiliers et aux politiciens.

Une fois les maisons finies, on renverra les ouvriers chez eux, et cet épisode de mixité sociale et de cohabitation forcée en 2023 sera oubliée.

On oubliera la sueur, les paies du vendredi soir, les carrapid venant de guediawaye, bondés des 6h du matin, la force, la vigueur, les espoirs d'une jeunesse travailleuse et prolétaire.

On ne retiendra que le Ngor des 4x4 et des boîtes de nuit, on vantera le dernier restaurant, le dernier brunch, le dernier after work...

C'est là le destin des beaux quartiers. Ils portent le sang des braves mais ne brillent que des clartés éphémères des puissants.

Anne-Laure Gassama, Dakar, février 2023

#dakar #senegal #ngor

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yelo-spirit · 2 years

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BEACH SOCCER #instakids #kids #happyness #senegalese #ngor #dakar #senegal #travel #lovetravel #travelinafrica #traveller #sun (à Plage De Ngor) https://www.instagram.com/p/BTNEMxIDE7Q/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#instakids #kids #happyness #senegalese #ngor #dakar #senegal #travel #lovetravel #travelinafrica #traveller #sun

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letssiweulnetus · 2 years

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Bradage foncier à Ngor, Ouakam, Yoff: les révélations fracassantes de Mame Ousmane Ndoye

Le président du mouvement “Sunugal Ci Kanam”, l’expert en Domaine, Mame Ousmane Ndoye a fait face à la presse ce lundi pour faire des révélations fracassantes sur le bradage foncier dans les villages Lébous, Ngor, Ouakam Yoff impliquant de hautes autorités de l’Etat… EGBOS S.A la Bande verte et des familles de Tanka Un lotissement de 1074 parcelles où la création des Baux nous amène sur un…

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#Bradage foncier #Ngor #Ouakam #Ousmane Ndoye #révélations #Yoff

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dakardreamsofsheep · 2 years

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Thoughts after Arrival Sept 2021:

Note: Most of the entries in this Senegal blog are more theme based, but I wanted to capture snippets of my first journaling. It’s easy to think the lovely way things ended up were inevitable, but those first bumbling, unsure steps are where it starts, or doesn’t.

Sept 8th

I’m maybe 50 minutes out from Dakar on the plane. My new life. Watching Soul was a good reminder that life is made up of all the little moments. A surreal airport experience in Mali, between the brightly colored women’s clothing and the infectious disease suits and goggles worn by the Korean and Chinese passengers.

I’m the slightest bit tipsy from the free wine, but probably more so because I slept a collective two hours last night. Hell, even watching Mulan made me weep. Emotions are floating close to the surface.

My first noticing of my Senegalese fellow passengers is how effortlessly woman and men speak to each other compared to Egypt. I can feel this weight lifting off of me, knowing I can actually ask a question or strike up a conversation with a woman without causing a minor diplomatic incident. I think.

I’m here, almost here. It’s really happening, I did it!!! A sabbatical year, or ten months, with my…wife. The past me seems like a different person, the one who set this all up, gifted me with time and space.

Sept 15th, 2021

I’ve been here a week, and mostly I’ve been too tired from surfing to write. That was the plan, was it not? Body tired, cultural entry via sport, and fill in life around the cracks. But now I think a longer entry is warranted, to capture the early thoughts and questions before they drift away. So in no particular order:

Racial dynamics, as might be expected for an American to notice first…not nearly as many stares as Egypt or China. Sidelong glances from children and some of the pre-teen girls, but I think that’s it. They’re used to foreigners? They just don’t care?

One of my social goals -and it feels vulnerable to write this, which probably means it’s good to share- this year is seeing how living in a West African country will help me un program some of the racist American sub-thoughts I’ve been sipping since I was young, from both sides. From the right, poisonous thoughts of “why can’t they just…?”, unbound from the logic of systemic racism and history of intergenerational trauma. From the left poisonous thoughts of being so afraid to be called racist you overcompensate by gushing over how wonderful and accomplished everyone with brown and black skin is, even if they’re being a jerk. Both sides are flattening. I’m hopeful; living and laughing with neighbors in Spain and Chile and Aurora has helped me de-program some of the voices around Latinx bias, ditto with China and Egypt, exposure to messy humanity, and I hope this year will help along the same path. I’d read James Baldwin when he lived in Paris, but I don’t think I appreciated how the particulars of American racism set my black American friends on guard against white Americans until moving here. There’s an unguardedness that’s all the more surprising since most people first assumed I was French. Sure, there’s anti-French sentiment, and French friends tell stories of being taken to task, but that has to do with nationality, not skin color. Senegalese neighbors are ready for me to be friendly, not to hurt them. Only feeling this do I realize how much I unconsciously position myself to signal safety with voice and tone around black American friends and colleagues. It’s my default, as guardedness is many of theirs. It makes sense considering our country’s history, but it’s not the default here. Unresolved national trauma simmering up at individual levels back home. It makes me at once joyful for what could be and sad for what is.

The town: “lots to do but nothing to see” someone said to me, and it seems like that’s true. The country lives in the people, not the “notable places.” Don’t get me wrong, Ngor beach is picturesque as hell, with the long pirogue boats and everyone playing in the water. Although, though, lots of hastily built structures, only a few paved roads. It’s strange to see even the ritzy houses and restaurants extend their upscale aura only a few feet out for a mosaic welcome ramp or some such before it hits a rutted dirt road again.

And the beach is where the fittest people I’ve ever seen exercise and play. Between women carrying super heavy looking loads on their heads, and the men as a whole looking straight out of men’s health, this might be the healthiest country I’ve ever been in. It’s hard not to gawk at the totally shredded gray-haired man swinging a sledgehammer near Secret Spot.

Also striking; the cost of living for foreigners seems way more expensive than I was expecting, but average salary for Senegalese is still a few hundred dollars a month. Taxis and food in restaurants seem to be main culprits for me right now, but even water bottles and bags are four times more than in Egypt. I guess if Carolyn and I eliminate most of those three -cook our own food, walk or take bicycles, use a water filter- we could bring our costs down dramatically. Still…a part time job might be on the horizon.

It’s so very easy to meet people in English -I’ve chatted up new friends on the beach, in the supermarket…- and so very difficult in French and Wolof. Not impossible, smiles and a familiar face still go a long way, but nothing of substance. The faster I learn French, the faster I can make that transition. Four, five months for conversational? Thinking now that I focus on French, and let the Wolof come in more passively. Well, still asking for phrases, but just doing a little at a time.

Now I still have no permanent home, and no French teacher. I don’t want to make any executive decisions without Carolyn, and it’s a nice excuse to have more time to flesh out more options.

I see the expat bubble tea only speaking English might mean, and I’m not about it. But, until I speak French, I think there’s a middle ground to still befriend cool foreigners who do speak and respect the cultures, knowing that I’m still studying. Yom Kippur gathering tomorrow and Peace Corps times on Friday should be nice opportunities!

I don’t think Yoff will be a bad place to stay with Carolyn, but I also think Ngor Village is far and away the best option for us. One final note; the weather. I thought I’d already put in my time in Egypt for a roiling hot and humid summer, and then I find out there’s potentially another two months of it here in Dakar! Damnit.

For many reasons these first two months will likely be the most challenging. Culture shock, linguistic isolation, social isolation, relationship re-establishing, probably health and body adjustment issues…the list goes on. These first few months are the time to be really kind to ourselves.

Sept 19, 2021

A wild summer storm and now the overcast drizzle, sitting with some feelings. Just a rising sense of panic, I think is the best word, for leaving the surf camp tomorrow and starting my life in the city. What am I afraid of? I have time and savings, and usually you just need one of those. Afraid of the gap between structures? Afraid of trouble with Carolyn here? Afraid that I’ll disappoint myself, maybe, that I won’t be able to pull it off one more time, building a local community, learning the language, making real friends and friendships that last. I feel something relax as I type this, so maybe not as far from the truth.

Sept 20, 2021

I want to remember this evening in a year, when you speak French, and hopefully some Wolof, when you can slip easily into conversations and laughter. That first stomach tightening as you walk into the street at night after delaying the inevitable, descending from your safe rooftop retreat to find food and water. The little kids yelling “Toubab!!” after you in the first 5-10 meters didn’t help. The street was pulsing, everyone out, tailors and stores and foosball tables and peanut sellers and fruit sellers and what might be a restaurant and the biggest fish ever.

The feeling of not wanting to stop anywhere for too long, even though the sand in my right sandal was rubbing a blister raw, not wanting to stop because -wait for it- someone might notice you’re out of place. You glow like a ghost. I think they noticed. But you walked to the end, turned around, and you muddled through. You got a delicious chicken dish. You were briefly the center of attention, and people tried to help. You smiled a lot. You bought water. It was all 3200 CFA, so $6,50, for a chicken dish and three gallons of water, maybe four. Not bad.

But let this be motivation to study, study, study, and apply it right away. Life will change here when you can speak French, and you know this.

October 8, 2021

It’s my one month anniversary of arrival today. My phone credit just ran out. What to think, taking stock. This is the period -not the doldrums because it still feels lovely, but the idea of betwixt- after the honeymoon of new arrival, and the settling in routines of life.

The big pieces are slowly falling into place, though none of them are secure. I have a contract signed for a house but don’t know if it’ll go through. An agreement for a surfboard but don’t know if I’ll like it. Two bikes reserved but haven’t picked them up. French lessons to be started, tentative agreements, but no confirmation. A whole bevy of almosts. And I know they’ll become done deals, or others will take their place, but the overall effect is of a not quite settling in.

French opens the doors of access, acceptance, ease of movement, at least paired with fledgling Wolof. These two weeks without classes have been two weeks too long for me. I’m glad Carolyn is feeling it too.

She’s here, my friend and wife, it’s happening. What feels true is writing that in these first really challenging two months and maybe more, we are still loving and joyful and communicative and that is no small feat. We’re carving out our separate spheres, and those together.

#senegal #dakar #ngor

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citizenscreen · 1 month

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Oscar winner Haing S. Ngor was #botd in 1940

#haing s ngor

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oscar-nominee-tournament · 1 month

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Oscar Nominee of All Time: Round 1, Group A

(info about nominees under the poll)

HAING S NGOR (1940-1996)

WINS:

Supporting- 1984 for The Killing Fields

DAN DAILEY (1915-1978)

NOMINATIONS:

Lead- 1948 for When My Baby Smiles At Me

#oscars #academy awards #oscar nominees #actors #film #haing s ngor #dan dailey #dan dailey actor #the killing fields #the killing fields 1984 #when my baby smiles at me 1948 #nominees group a #nominees group a polls

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theoscarsproject · 10 months

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The Killing Fields (1984). A journalist is trapped in Cambodia during tyrant Pol Pot's bloody 'Year Zero' cleansing campaign, which claimed the lives of two million 'undesirable' civilians.

There's a lot to like in this harrowing film about the Khmer Rouge regime in Cambodia, from the friendship between Sydney Schanberg and Dith Pran's to the sublime cinematography. I particularly appreciate the way the film used the American journalism angle as an entry point but stayed with Dith's journey in Cambodia afterwards. It felt almost like a way to trojan horse a broader audience into the story, and it's particularly compelling given that act is by far the strongest of the film. Pretty solid, albeit also pretty flawed. 7/10.

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buffetlicious · 1 year

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The Braised Pork Bellies are leftover from last night’s dinner. Mum added in new eggs to make a fresh batch of braised eggs, The Spicy Indian Threadfin (Leptomelanosoma indicum) or 午鱼 is a highly prized and expensive fish in Singapore. The meat is very fine and it is usually used to make fish porridge (for babies).

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miami-vice-fan · 2 years

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Haing S. Ngor

S3E15 Duty and Honor

#miami vice #Haing S. Ngor.

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maggiecheung · 6 months

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Maggie Cheung as Ngor in As Tears Go By (1988) dir. Wong Kar-wai

#filmedit #filmgifs #dailyflicks #worldcinemaedit #maggie cheung #wong kar wai #*

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visualtaehyun · 3 months

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Thai QL fandom 101

ซีรีส์วาย /see ree waai/ = "Y series", Y standing for Yaoi -> BL shows

ซีรีส์ยูริ /see ree yuu ri/ = "Yuri series" -> GL shows

คู่จิ้น /khuu jin/ = shipped couple; the word จิ้น in there comes from the English imagine -> a working partnership between two artists, you might see it romanized as koojin on twt and co.

คู่จริง /khuu jing/ = real couple -> it's a pun on koojin and often used to ask if they're a ship or real

แฟน ๆ /faaen faaen/ or แฟนคลับ /faaen club/ = fans -> since the word for 'partner/bf/gf' is also แฟน /faaen/, artists usually make sure to call fans either of these two, or:

มัมหมี /mam mee/ = mommy; the word หมี in there means bear -> fans are called mommy both by their artists and calling themselves like this, it encompasses all fans, they often call their chosen artists their baby

มัมหมา /mam maa/ = mama; the word หมา in there means dog -> this is also a word to call fans but these fans are actually attracted to their chosen artist or, even funnier, attracted to the other half of that artist's koojin 😂 so you could be a mommy of NetJames and dote on James like your son but thirst after Net lmao

ชื่อด้อม /cheuu dawm/ = "name [of] dom", fandom name -> Thai artists usually have a name for their fandom, e.g. Becky Armstrong > BeckysAngels, GeminiFourth > KhunNoo, so there's even more ways to address fans

กัปตันเรือ /gap dtan reuua/ = captain of the ship -> another person or artist who's close to a koojin who posts content of them, is seemingly always present during their moments, or actively ships them themself, e.g. Kong is the self-proclaimed captain of the KengNamping ship

(from DMD Friendship The Reality EP.3)

ในฐานะที่ผมเป็นกัปตันเรือ [...] /nai thaa na thee pom bpen gap dtan reuua/ = As captain of their ship, [...]

ขายจิ้น /khaai jin/ = "sell a fantasy"; contains the same จิ้น as in koojin -> doing fanservice

(from รถทาเลนท์ EP.21)

ขายจิ้นแน่ ๆ !!! /khaai jin naae naae/ = Fanservice for sure!!!

งอน /ngawn/ vs. ง้อ /ngaaw/ = sulk vs. try to make up with (previously explained here but you could also google 'ngon ngor')

อ้อน /aawn/ = act cute, plead, this emoji 🥺 lol -> comparable to Korean aegyo (애교) but is more used to describe being cute and clingy or acting like a kid with relatives or elders, someone who is/behaves like that can be described as ขี้อ้อน /khee aawn/, e.g. Sea Tawinan gets described like that all the time in bts content of Last Twilight

(from Before Last Twilight)

ซีในกล้องเนี่ยะ เขาจะเป็นคนที่ขี้อ้อน /Sea nai glaawng niia khao ja bpen khohn thee khee aawn/ = Sea on set- he's a clingy/affectionate person.

#thai bl #thai gl #thai ql #kong kongpob #kengnamping #joong archen #joongdunk #sea tawinan #jimmy jitaraphol #becky armstrong #geminifourth #netjames #local woman harps on about linguistics #don't ask me what suddenly brought this on #one minute i was posting that poohpavel clip and the next one i was already typing this up

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