So Soon to Have to Choose Between Putting Myself at Grave Risk or Going Home
March 19, 2007
He suddenly stood there facing me in the courtyard where I sat cross-legged on the foam mattress in the same clothes I had worn for the last four days — a T-shirt and a pair of bicycle shorts with a long, Malian-style skirt pulled over them. First I saw the crocodile-shaped scar on his left hand. It was darker than the rest of his skin, and the scarred flesh was slightly raised. It looked like a crocodile thrashing its tail and twisting its body around, with its mouth wide open. I had noticed Akyundo’s crocodile mark the first time I met him four days ago. continue reading »
