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.
[ ... ] is the Niger that was supposed to be Shari’a compliant and Kontagora was supposed to be one of its backwoods where conservatism runs high. But the ...