• Dominique Sinagra

Life in Semonkong

You've arrived safely to The Village of Lesotho. You're standing on a mountainside. Sheep bleat and the wind whistles past your ears. It is an obscure place. Beside you stands a Herd Boy. He wears gumboots on his feet. They have holes in them, revealing toes.

Around his shoulders flaps a colourful woollen blanket her wears like a cloak.

You share no language, yet, he is a member of The Village, just like you. The Herd Boy beckons and you follow him down the steep descent towards a cluster of buildings...


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