During my field visit, southern Burkina Faso was entering mango season.
These magnificent trees, dense, deep green crowns. Looking even more extraordinary in the otherwise barren, end-of-dry-season landscape.
And their fruit, light green, a promise of sweetness.
Like a heart, hanging from a vein.
It made me think of something written by Catherynne M. Valente, a voluptuous, surreal image, tree of hearts. A faint rhythmic humming in the shade from the pumping. Bleeding sap and sticky yellow juice.
The Sahel heat really does something with your head.
Katja Malmborg 