Making Friends With an Angel
September 15, 2021
My first visit to Angel's village was awkward.
I stayed with Alfred and Florence. They isolated me in the house's living room and gave me a kerosene cook stove to prepare my food. They didn't know how to handle their village's first white visitor. The following day, both had to go to work. They instructed me to stay indoors with the door locked, except to use the latrine.
That was my intent, but then I heard a child crying. I tried to ignore it, but I could not. Looking out a window, I finally spotted the child. She was naked, sitting in the mud next to a home that was falling.
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