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february 1, 2021: highlights of a slideshow of pictures my professor took in togo in the 90s from my Anthropology of Money class, some of which are more relevant to the course material than others
- woven baskets used to transport their chickens to market
- my professor's daughter getting a piggy back ride from a local child
- the village chief, whose son excelled in school and got a scholarship to attend business school in canada
- their thatched roofs, which last 6-7 years until termites chew through them and are much quieter in the rain than the tin roofs
- the men in a village drinking beer after collectively working one of their fields
- the holes dug in the fields to retain rainwater
- a woman carrying cut sorghum after the harvest
- ground sorghum boiling in a pot of water until it thickens
- a small market that used to be located on a sacred patch of land but was recently relocated because it was believed to bring bad luck
- the four stage initiation ceremoney for men that happens over the course of many years, animal sacrifices, and all forms of traditional dress
- the togolese president dressed in a powder-blue suit attending a wrestling ceremony held in his honor, arriving fasionably late preceded by men in trucks with mounted machine guns
- yam fields in the dry season, providing the backdrop to the funeral of a village elder
- the funeral procession, with men and women carrying "leaves from a non-fruit bearing tree"
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