Seeing Hands

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 In the raging mid summer heat in Juba, the capital of South Sudan, even the trees appeared defeated. Leaves shed their firm and upward tilting posture and instead, drooped, flaccid as an old bunch of spinach. The soil wasn’t just dry, but powdery to touch; each grain stood stubbornly apart from another like arid humans robbed off peace or love.  The sky, barren and cloudless, looked down scornfully at the dog day below. Continue reading “Seeing Hands”

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Less is More

 

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The snarling traffic in the middle of a buzzing bazaar stalled the car.

Damn! When was I ever going to get home to a hot meal and a warm bed? It had been quarter of an hour and the car hadn’t moved an inch. Gripping the steering wheel tighter, I gritted my teeth, willing the car to grow wings and fly over the gridlock. Continue reading “Less is More”