the roadside
in Tchad - the roadside procession is always shaping and shifting and
moving and the procession never ends - lone figures on bicycles, women
with babies on their back and huge bundles of sticks on their head - you
can tell when you are getting close to a town because the procession
thickens and the pace quickens - always women in brightly colored
fabrics with mangoes, charcoal, firewood, hay, other goods piled up on
their heads - one after another after another - they walk at a brisk
resolute swinging clip - they are glimpses in my memory but i wish i
knew them
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