Mali: Redeemed by Dogons

Without a plan from Ghana I heard of a Burkina Faso film festival, from Burkina talk of Dogons in Mali, in Dogon Country I found myself a long way off track. I've been heading north and west when Cameroon, my exit from Africa, is east and south. I need a visa for Cameroon which I can get in Nigeria, a Nigerian from Niger and a Nigerian entry via Benin. Mali was a sound nomination for the worlds second most shithouse country until it was redeemed by gun-tooting animist Dogons in a funeral from another world. I left before the triennial circumcision festival started, where the boys line up to get chopped on the same rock, next to the sacred rock where the knife is sharpened and I was well gone before the foot race that determines their lives. First place receiving a plot of land, second place the most beautiful girl in the village, third place receiving three cows of which he would lose one to a sacrifice and last place banished from the village in shame.