Like 66.1% of the people living in Dakar, the most populated region in Senegal, I spent a couple of hours every day listening to the radio while growing up.

I never owned a radio myself, but I remember listening to the morning news with my grandfather over breakfast, or laughing at people dialling in for talk shows with my grandmother.

I vividly remember recording radio playlists on tapes - radio was the only place I heard the latest music from my favourite artists or discovered new musicians I liked.

Radio was also white noise. It filled the air of my neighbourhood - different stations playing faintly in kitchens, bodegas, at filling stations, on street corners, under the shade of mahogany trees.

Music by HOLLY