Hear the voice of the living raging like the rapids, soughing through boughs, howling like desert winds. Unrestrained, life unleashed. Nothing can get elemental as the desert. Nothing can reduce one to insignificance as watching, feeling, hearing the voice of the desert.
[ ... ] Edwin Igwe?” said one.
“Not another arrest,” he wailed. “I just got out of gaol.”
“No, not another. On the contrary we are from National Mortgage ...
