Sat
Mar
6
Life...act II, pg. 60: As I watched Nabirye toil with the heavy load of goods
set in a basket upon her head, it occurred to me that she was always last in line; following the bevy of other women of her village into town to peddle and pawn her wares was a daily duty for Nabirye, one she accepted with a silent resignation.
She walked with a limp and that limp slowed her…
(take the time read the whole thing; it is about a 2nd journey)
