Ngone's younger sister

We visited Ngone's younger sister Khady where she lives in her husband's village, Cinquante (Cinquante means 50 in French and denotes 50 kilometers from Dakar). She cooked a chicken and rice dish for us called thiebuginaar. My sister Julie had given $20 to Khady as a Christmas present, so we gave that to her. We also gave her the tricycle we had bought for Kathleen Aiza. She was so happy to see Ngone and very appreciative of the gifts. Her husband tried to buy a piece of land to build a house, but the guy who sold it ate his money and sold it to someone else. So they are still living in a room in his mother's house in the village. Khady loves her inlaws. She is so happy there and they love her too. She now speaks their dialect of Serere. She certainly reminds me of my sister Julie, and my wife Ngone.

When I was in Peace Corps in Kayes with Ngone back in 2002 we heard by telephone that Khady was having twins. Ngone was so jealous because she always wanted to have twins. When Ngone was visiting her family before we left for the United States, the twin boy Adama, a big strong little boy, was sick. He got so sick Khady, Ngone and their mother took a taxi to the hospital. But on the way he died in Ngone's lap in the backseat of the taxi. This was a very tragic event for the family of course. But after that she had another baby boy. And since then she's had another girl and boy. She now has four kids: Awa, Papa, Ngone (named after my wife), and Mor, and she's the happiest, most innocent young lady in the world.