Djenabou and I went to the market this morning. A very spirited fish seller made me grin. She stood dancing and singing a song. Djenabou asked me if I knew what she sang. Of course not; her song was in Pular: “White lady come buy fish. No chicken, no beef. Buy my fish, fish for the white man!” While I did not buy her fish, my presence gave her a song to sing and everyone else something to smile about.