“A woman in Somalia scraping for pearls on the roadside” . . . “pearls for her little girl”;
An unemployed young educated woman in Lagos: holes in the pockets of her sun bleached dress, in the soles of her angling shoes, gaunt her face, grumbling her empty stomach, proud her cheekbones, fire in her eyes;
The robust Generals, the fattened “elected” leaders of the people: fine cigar fuming between their lips, fine wine breathing in their goblets.