The “woman in Somalia scraping for pearls on the roadside” … “pearls for her little girl”;
The young unemployed 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 stomach, proud her cheekbones, smoldering her eyes;
The robust Generals, the fattened “elected” leaders of the people – men of the gods, custodians of the land: fine cigars smoldering between their lips, fine wine breathing in their goblets.
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