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Showing posts from October, 2011


We spend a lot of time waiting. Of course, in the interim the world goes by. School children head home, women work over fires, men stumble home drunk or chop food or sit huddled in the shade of low roofs. We drink Fanta in the shade, and then we start working.

118 Chiappini


We come from Africa Jacaranda trees and blue Sky, petrol shortage and Bad economy, this sleepy City, one lane roads, Spotty electricity and Coca-cola. 


Red dust covers everything; Old white buildings and Front stoops caked in dusty Orange under a yellow Sun and big sky, fires Burning, roast chicken and Kids playing, quietly braiding Hair at the front door. Puddles swell as clouds break Heat, turning dust to mud And streets to rivers.