Mud City by: Deborah Ellis
Entry 2, Monday, April, 7th 2008
For my thought picture I decided to describe the Women's Compound Shauzia is staying in.
It must be hard for Shauzia, those dusty red walls releasing a sort of chalky residue every time a hand or single finger is placed on them. The great height of the walls. Spanning as tall as the two tallest women in the compound, sitting on each others shoulders. The top of the walls almost caving in, blocking out much needed daylight. Also blocking out rain, which is very much needed to stop they constent stream of dust, that seems to be pouring off those dark red walls.
The people in compound are also quite interesting. The cries of the children calling for their mothers and friends. Their screams fill the compound as they fall on their knees while running with their friends.
The constent chittter-chatter of the women hard at work. Also that crazy lady that sits in her rocking chair every day and every night. People can swear that she never moves.
The chaos of the compound never ends.
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