Of Lorries and Rebels
April 20th 2005 Of Lorries
“Shok!” the cry goes out, and I amateurishly duck, trying to flatten myself against the
roof of the truck-cum-bus. The thick branch bristling with two-inch thorn is too low, so I
make a stupid face and stick out my arm to shield my face. It’s a good thing we’re
moving so slowly, or this would be very dangerous, rather than adventurous. The
branch knocks off the tu
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Gabri koko
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hi
this is what we call it beauty of Nuba and they are so respectfull and i like the pressure of mile on their faces even though they livening environment doesnt accepcted to be like that they still happy with it so that imphasise that they live for peace and joy so i love it