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Morissa SOW, 5
I dream about football… Suddenly, I’ve got a ball in my stomach. My father, my hero, has been with me in Dakar for the past two months,hoping that the swelling in my stomach goes away… and that I’m free to dream again. |
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Ndeye, 2 ½
I travel a lot with my mother, from Touba to Dakar every three days, without my brothers and sisters, without playing… without… |
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Mariamma Galle DIALO, 12 (2006-2018)
After a long trip from Guinea to Dakar for a short stay, my mother and I have been here for 12 months, without my family, without my friends, without anything… only the pain that will never go away and my mother, who prays endlessly that I will finally, and painlessly, be free to shine amongst the stars |
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Landing MANDIAU, 11
In Kaolack, I do martial arts. One day, I’m going to be the strongest... For the last three months I’ve been in Dakar with my mother to heal my arm… the evil has not left me… amputation is the only thing that can save me! No more dreams, no more sports… |
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Sanna CEESAY, 12 (2006-2018)
In Gambia I could play sports, football, until … the first cancer was diagnosed. My arm and leg were amputated, along with all my dreams! Until I got a prosthesis, a new leg, and was able to walk and play again. Until… November 2018 when they found a new swelling in my other leg. On December 11th, I travelled with my mother, my father and my brother Kalipha to Dakar, Senegal – an exhausting eight-hour trip – to save this leg. Examinations, scans, blood transfusions, artificial respiration, morphine. They tried everything possible and impossible. Exhausted, I pleaded: “Mother, please let me die…” On December 29th, I took leave of my family and travelled back with them to Gambia in a sparse coffin to be put to rest in the warm soil of my homeland. |
