“Eh, Binta. Children are fast to grow up.”

We are sitting outside Mango and Fatou Bobo sends Musa with a plastic cup to fetch water from the jibida on the porch.

As he runs over I say, because it is on my mind and I might as well let people know how much I’m going to miss them, “When I came to Fatoto, you hadn’t given birth, and now Musa can run.”

“Eh, Binta. Children are fast to grow up.”