- this is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
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the following series of pictures snapped from the back of my moto taxi
as we snaked across the muddy route to Mondou
Cattle herd being driven by Falani nomads - driving them across Tchad to
Nigeria. The Falani graze and drive large herds of cattle on routes up
and down the Sahel
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