The ramadan has already begun for some days; I exceeded the first gate and I stand in front of a villa that it was brought with the grants of all the faithful; once it must have been a workshop. I can breathe the air of anticipation and excitement, but no one seems to be concerned, everyone knows what to do and they all keep themselves busy. Outside some people are cooking and some others are collecting offerings for the community while the children are running and playing everywhere.
I go on alert for anything; as the group start singing, women enter wearing a white suit or a traditional dress. I look around and obviously I’m turning my eyes on the wrong side. To my right a door opens. Suddently everybody are standying on their feet, there is a shower of flashs and smartphones to record the entrance. This event is repeated only once a year. Every disciple tries to carve out his space to convey his greetings to Serigne. He will lead the afternoon prayers which will be followed by the speeches and blessings for the whole community. Serigne Mame Mor Mbacké, nephew of the great Ahamdou Bamba, must return to Rome to continue his journey across Europe. Life in this corner of the Senegal Campania will continue in memory of this day and waiting for the next visit .
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