Echoes of Generations: The Tea Ritual

Set against a backdrop of a rustic neighborhood in Guinea Conakry, this evocative photograph captures an elderly gentleman, seated comfortably on a bright blue chair. Dressed in traditional attire, complete with a distinctive cap, his deep gaze seems

As I reminisce about my time in Guinea Conakry, a picture I captured during my recent visits perfectly encapsulates one such ritual. At the heart of this picture sits our neighbor, a figure as old and rooted in the community as the traditions he partakes in. His appearance reflects years of wisdom and tales; near him is the young boy who makes the neighborhood’s favorite evening beverage: tea.

The tea-making ritual is not merely about boiling water and adding leaves. It cooks for just the right amount of time, with the first round, referred to as "premier" in French, being particularly bitter with each person choosing their glass.

But what truly brings this ritual to life are the people. Every evening, as the sun settles down, men from the neighborhood, both young and old, gather around the small boiling kettle. The setting is informal, and discussions flow as freely as the tea, ranging from local gossip to heated debates on politics and world events. Their voice is full of energy, rise, and fall, disagreements met with passionate disproving, and laughter echoing through the neighborhood.

A young man, dressed in a white t-shirt and distressed jeans, sits attentively on a vibrant yellow chair. His engaging gaze connects directly with the camera, emanating a sense of confidence and familiarity. In front of him, an age-old process unfold

As an observer, I often immersed myself in this spectacle. While I might not have understood every word when I was young, the universal language of camaraderie, debate, and shared moments was evident. It was about the tea and the sense of community it fostered.

And now, as an artist, these moments, the essence of these gatherings, influence my creations. The discussions, the laughter, the disputes, and the shared experiences find their way into my work, giving it a sense of Africa. It’s the kind of everyday life that fuels my passion, giving depth and meaning to my art. Every piece I create is a tribute to this simple lifestyle. It's my way of preserving those memories of my homeland.

The image I captured with our neighbor and the tea-making boy that day is more than a photograph. It's about the reflection of a culture, resonating through time, reminding us of the ties that bind us to our roots, no matter where we might be. It’s a testament to the power of community, shared experiences, and the inspiration they can bestow. 



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