Monday, 23 Apr 2012 | Views [114] | Scholarship Entry
I sat in a house made of branches, mud and cow dung, my eyes stinging from both smoke and straining to see my surroundings. Under me a low wooden bench, next to me Joseph, a warrior dressed in a shuka (red patterned cloths wrapped across his body) many ... Read more >
Tags: Travel Writing Scholarship 2012
