The long speeches continued. Whilst I mused the possibilities of anything useful being built on my newly acquired land in Gunde village due to my shoddy hut building skills, it is difficult to ignore the shear beauty that masks the shocking underlying poverty and deprivation that is faced daily.
Behind our hosts a sow noisily fussed her six unruly piglets down the dusty deep ochre coloured track away from the village ignorant that above her, a rare set of twin overhead power lines lazily straddled the village without stopping.
Electricity is unprofitable and unaffordable to these dollar-a-day residents, so it is comforting to learn that this recent install was destined for the second fine residence belonging to a newly elected MP’s wife.
daveboni traveling tales 