The Front Cover Bird
JUNE 27, 2013
I leave acacias behind and enter the village, at first raised on low concrete platforms, barely half a meter above the tidal mud flat. The road winds among the home steads enveloped in a thick and salty scent of sun-drying fish, by children playfully chasing each other next to muddy puddles and long-drop loos in the shape of separate tents… Another cart, this time an ass cart loaded with a huge fishing net and – the end. Chiku raises a fist and smiles victoriously.