Renato Rossetti

The Talibé’s eyes

We faced' disciples' at every bus stop, bus station or filling station.
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Dakar, Senegal

At every bus stop, bus station or petrol station, we faced the talibé – from the Arabic ‘talib’ student or disciple – children between 6 and 15 years of age who ask for alms with their tiny plastic buckets. There are many, many of them, and they all look alike.

They dress shabbily; they are dirty, and above all, they approach you in the same way. They follow you and touch you, almost reaching for your heart, until you give them a few Senegalese francs. Then, their gazes express sadness and resignation.

Passers-by tell me it is better to give them food instead of a few pennies, and many, leaving the city’s supermarkets, provide snacks, fruit juice and bread. They wander early in the morning and are usually formed into small groups. Someone older than them tells the novices where they should go and how to behave to get the most out of the day ahead. They do not smile and are just small cogs in the exploitation machine.

I saw them on the street until late, when the city traffic had almost completely thinned out. They are afraid of what awaits them when they return. I always wondered what they were driven by or who governed them, and one day talking to Ousmane, a friend from Dakar, he tells me that their story is one of hardship and suffering.

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Talibè | Renato Rossetti, ©2019

Marabouts

Taliban children come from rural areas of the country or from outside, from neighbouring states such as Mali, Mauritania, Gambia and Guinea, and are entrusted by low-income families to marabouts, i.e. teachers who teach the Koran. The aim would then be education in a religious environment under the direct responsibility of the teacher. However, in reality, many of the Koranic schools, the ‘daara‘, cannot financially manage all the children the families send, so the only possible means of sustenance turns out to be begging.

The Talibé live in poverty without adequate medical and health care and are subjected to violence and harassment by the marabout, which controls the outcome in monetary terms daily. Every night, each talibé must bring at least 500 Senegalese CFA, equivalent to 80 cents and be able to recite Koranic verses correctly. If they do not, the marabout beats them and often subjects them to psychological and sexual violence.

Moustapha

During my stay, I met an Italian working in Saint Louis for five years, taking care of a Taliban child named Moustapha for a few months.
Moustapha is seven years old and comes from the northern region of Senegal. He is always sad and malnourished, and his body shows signs of beatings. Our friend buys him T-shirts, shoes and trousers and feeds him, but within a short time, Moustapha reverts to being the dirty, filthy child of a few days earlier; even the flies show no mercy for him. To the pretext of pitying passers-by, the marabout had confiscated his new clothes and replaced them with old rags. Since 2015, the government has promoted laws that have not been enforced.

Since then, more than a thousand Taliban children have returned to their families, but almost all have returned to the ‘daara’ under the same marabout. The Senegalese government has not conducted any formal investigation against the Koranic school teachers accused of violence.

Text & Photos: Renato Rossetti 
Printing & Scanning: Andrea Lanzeni 
Original text in Italian - In house translation
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Dakar, Senegal
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