At first, there was the faintest sound of movement in the forest. A kind of low humming. Then there was chopping and the sound of dragging. Then a scent, some days, of smoke. But now, after two months, during which I or the children or Corrine has been sick, all we hear is chopping and scraping and dragging. And every day we smell smoke.
Today one of the boys in my afternoon class burst out, as he entered, The road approached! The road approaches! He had been hunting in the forest with his father and had seen it.
Every day now the villagers gather at the edge of the village near the cassava fields and watch the building of the road. And watching them, some on their stools and some squatted down on their haunches, all chewing cola nuts and making patterns in the dirt, I feel a great surge of love for them. For they do not approach the road builders empty-handedly. Oh, no. Each day since they saw the road’s approach they have been stuffing the road builders with goat meat, millet mush, baked yam and cassava, cola nuts, and palm wine.
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Today one of the boys in my afternoon class burst out, as he entered, The road approached! The road approaches! He had been hunting in the forest with his father and had seen it.
Every day now the villagers gather at the edge of the village near the cassava fields and watch the building of the road. And watching them, some on their stools and some squatted down on their haunches, all chewing cola nuts and making patterns in the dirt, I feel a great surge of love for them. For they do not approach the road builders empty-handedly. Oh, no. Each day since they saw the road’s approach they have been stuffing the road builders with goat meat, millet mush, baked yam and cassava, cola nuts, and palm wine.
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At first, there was the faintest sound of movement in the forest. A kind of low humming. Then there was chopping and the sound of dragging. Then a scent, some days, of smoke. But now, after two months, during which I or the children or Corrine has been sick, all we hear is chopping and scraping and dragging. And every day we smell smoke.
Today one of the boys in my afternoon class burst out, as he entered, The road approached! The road approaches! He had been hunting in the forest with his father and had seen it.
Every day now the villagers gather at the edge of the village near the cassava fields and watch the building of the road. And watching them, some on their stools and some squatted down on their haunches, all chewing cola nuts and making patterns in the dirt, I feel a great surge of love for them. For they do not approach the road builders empty-handedly. Oh, no. Each day since they saw the road’s approach they have been stuffing the road builders with goat meat, millet mush, baked yam and cassava, cola nuts, and palm wine.
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