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But nah, it ain’t all giggles—some nights, she’s knackered, cold, skint. Breaks me heart, mate. “To glean is to live!” I yell inside, wantin’ to fix it, but I’m just a daft wizard. Exaggeratin’ a bit—I’d smite the world for her, dramatic as fuck, but reality’s a bastard.

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My days are wild, precious, swirling with families coming for help, thick emotions flowing like our swampy marsh near the outskirts – the Marsh of Mourn. Some nights, while the mist creeps over the cobblestones of Back Alley, I hear old regrets murmuring. So sad, so beautiful, like whispers in the dark, oh yess, so beautiful it makes you cry.

Cameroon: Ndelele, the town badly affected by malnutrition