On any evening around 5 or 6 there is a good chance you will be able to meet one of the two owners of Timbuktu, Omar Gagale. During the afternoons, the other owner, Youssouf Komara, serves the people and works on all that it takes to create the finest place for African music and world culture, renown for the excellence of its offerings and the spirit of the people who work and play at Timbuktu. In the mornings you will also find yourself graced with the offerings of Angela Mc Kenzie and Chris Harris.
If it’s not too crowded Angela and Chris may allow you to swap some English for Spanish lessons with Fidel, apprenticing in the kitchen with Chris. Mario helps Omar out in the afternoons and evenings.

Timbuktu has the chance to become the Center of Riverwest, the destination for all of God’s children, who feel comfortable eating, drinking, dancing, laughing, doing business, joking, and singing with people from villages across the river, over the mountains, or across the great lake from their own clan, tribe, nation, or race.

Beauty and grace are to be found in Timbuktu.

All of God’s Milwaukee children feel comfortable at Timbuktu, where they are well cared for.

The Middle Way(Anglophone)
Le Mi-Chemin(Francophone)
Do-Dome(Ewe of Togo)
Sila-Tema(Malinke-of Guine)
Meel Dhexe(Somali)

Please give me a call some day around 5 p.m. when you and your family can join me for coffee, wine, or fine beer and perhaps even food at Timbuktu.

I don’t have enough money to treat you all but I would recite the following poem and share some Black Irish Stories at Timbuktu with you and yours.

You can invite a couple of friends, as well. The music and the people are very beautiful, from African countries throughout the continent. The failed states of Africa and natural migration patterns in the global village have combined to find a very large and talented African diaspora in Milwaukee and the Great Lakes Cities, especially Toronto.

Here is the poem I would read in lieu of buying you any food or drink. It is by the most beloved of Persian poets, Hafiz, who lived from around 1320 to 1390 in Shiraz. Hafiz I’m told was a widely read in Timbuktu, as early as 1492. This glorious trading center of North and Central Africa had 4 mosques and 100,000 citizens. The mystic Sufi Islamic tradition, from which Rumi and Hafiz hailed, was considerable in its presence. Goethe, Emerson, Nietzche, Pushkin, Turgenev, Carlyle, and Lorca loved Hafiz.

The Bag Lady

I am the bag lady in every city,

I have a spot on every street.

My sacks are full of holiness

so I have come to peddle,
To touch your feet.

I give Myself
to Myself on rare occasions because
I am so very shy.

Hafiz, the monarchs of this world
Are but slaves to thee

Since the Beloved took His seat
In your eye.

I am the bag lady in every city.
I am playing divine music in every world.

My sacks are full of holiness.
I am asking,

May I please bow
to you.


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