Ain't no party (like a Gulu party).
December 16th 2007 After a few days of watching Emmy lead his ragged troupe through a series of unruly pops and locks, a real, bonafide breakdancing crew has arrived from Kampala. They roll into the HEALS courtyard one afternoon, a half-dozen b-boys and -girls in bandanas and camouflage shorts and shell-top Adidas, looking like they just stepped off the A train. They scurry around for an hour, stacking speakers and
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