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Harvest day: who feeds the workers?

In Thiobo, while the peanuts come out of the ground, the women cook ochache in the village. At midday, the food goes out to the field — and everyone sits down together.

By Rita · · 3 min read · Thiobo, Senegal

Women cooking together in front of thatched huts in the village

Harvest day is long. In Thiobo, out in the field, everyone pulls the peanut plants from the ground. But who feeds all these hands?

In the village, the women are busy too. They pound, they cut, they light the fires. They are cooking ochache — the meal for everyone working in the fields.

Pounded by hand, cooked over a wood fire

A woman pounding in a wooden mortar with a long pestle
The mortar and the pestle: the rhythm of every village kitchen.

No gas, no electric cooker. Big pots cook over wood fires, and the smoke rises between the huts. Cooking for so many people is work too — and the women do it together.

A large pot cooking over a wood fire
Enough for everyone in the field.

The harvest is a ganikél too

Here too, nobody harvests alone: this day is a ganikél gan thiamera, communal work with the mask — the same name as the work you saw in the rainy season.

Lunch break in the peanut field

At midday, the pots, the bowls and the water cans go out to the field. People sit in the shade, on the ground, and share the same bowl. Then, back to work.

Workers sitting together in the field with pots of food and water cans
Pots, bowls and water cans: the field becomes a dining room.
Freshly harvested peanuts piled on a pink cloth in the field
And the reason for all this work: the peanuts.

Real people. Real stories. Real life.

Nobody eats alone on harvest day. Watch the video, and tell me — what do people eat where you live when there is hard work to do together?

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A Bédik woman from Kédougou, Senegal. About Rita

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