Enyumu-ama DebacleBy CenturyAuthor
"I could see the old women, bent over, the burden of age, moving from their kitchen to the water side, canoes tied up in every waterfront. I could see the coconut trees across the river bent over, with their leaves sweeping the water ebbing downstream.
The smell of cooking was thick in the air; native soup with ‘okogolo’ and ‘opakipaki’ mixed with the firewood smoke"
That was the state of the ruins that had come to characterize this ancient village. This however, was just the half of the story
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