Archive for The Gambia
Forty five young men, hope for their families' future. A frail wooden boat leaving the deserts of Mauritania for new green pastures.
A slight swell, forty five fighting for survival. Forty five families arranging prayers and handing out cola nuts. Forty five more, ripe with hope. Another frail wooden boat.
This story was inspired by the death of a friend's brother trying desparately to find a way of helping his family out of poverty.
Solar panels, a well, a fridge, many chickens. Potential income for our organization. People set to work with their usual enthusiasm. Chickens fed, watered and finally slaughtered. The fridge filled with floppy feathered corpses. Income realized by the poultry sale or electricity failed, poultry putrefied? A developing world's planning problem.
He cycled along upright and balanced at a sedate pace over the rough sandy lane.Perfectly stable, square on his head rode the metal frame of a double bed. Where was he going this rusty hated miracle of poise? Off to the welders to repair the damage of enthusiastic procreation.
This is another Gambian inspired story. Again I have used 50 words.