The Musungu (white man) returns
In the early morning light I spot a group of women having a gossip at the water well surrounded by yellow 10 gallon drums for the days water to be transported home. A kid chewing on a stick of sugar cane, fallen from the sugar cane truck which thunders by. He smiles and waves as we pass.
Maybe it is fatigue or the thought of returning home. Either way I find myself bouncing along unmade roads on my way to the airport with a lump in my throat and tears running down my face.
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