It became as soon as unhurried afternoon deep in the dry season in Fatikh, a village in the Sahel mumble of Senegal. Out on his farm, El Hadj Ndiaye, a illustrious gentleman in an trim emerald-green boubou, became as soon as happily extolling the virtues of the younger bushes dotting his f…
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