Rhythms of Niger

5:30 A.M. I wake to the melodic call to prayer, boys in the streets beating their drums, women pounding millet and corn, and even the crickets chirp in rhythmic unison. The rhythm of daily life in Niger has become part of my heartbeat and soul. At first, the rhythms sounded deafening. Now I feel as if I have become part of the song. I sometimes enjoy the sounds of kids chasing me down the street, the loud squaks from the guinea fowl who rest along my concession wall at dusk, and the shrilling wimpers of a nearby donkey. The symphony of animals, children and villagers compose a song, shaping the melody and the heart of Niger. A song that I am learning to dance to in rhythm with the language, the people and the culture.