It’s late as i make my home on foot down the
muddy track from school to my apartment. It’s New Year’s Eve as they start
their thirteenth month. Time is seriously weird here as i have previously blogged in a previous incarnation on my travels through Africa.
On the main road i notice a dark shadow lying on
the road. It's a large wide sealed road, but it's poorly lit and black as pitch. Looking more closely i can make out that it’s a human body. Cars are
swerving out the way but nobody stops. Shit! I go up to the motionless body and
shout at “it”. Nothing. I slap the heap but nothing. It's wrapped in a large baggy shawl and the face is covered in a dark blue scarf, so i don't even know what sex it is.
Holy Shit - it's dead! I then give “it” a
kick in the ribs and i’m delighted to be greeted with a low grunt of a living man. People are
walking past nonchalantly and probably wondering what this strange ferangi is
doing? I can’t move the body by myself, but i persuade a passer-by to help me
move the drunken guy of the road and onto the pavement.
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