Letters from Southern Africa: Where There’s Rain
It’s raining. Wait… That doesn’t do enough to describe the situation. my roof, like many roofs in my community, is a metal sheet. This means that when there is the tiniest drizzle outside, it sounds like Napoleon’s army marching to battle inside. Right now it is pouring. It is also 3am. So why am I smiling? I’m smiling because for the last several months my region of the country has had a drought.Letters from Southern Africa: Can You Take my Picture?
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