A Visit from the Embassy





The US Embassy in Cotonou visited my site and made a promotional video on the work I do with CRIPADD ONG and other community partners. Beware that the whole video is in French. For those sans savoir, I discuss our work in gardening extension, tree planting, nutrition, environmental education, and tomato conservation. Enjoy!

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