In Niger, celebrations and laughter welcome the arrival of rain

Published on 28 December 2011

By Denise Brown

I can remember those gumboots lined up in a row, from largest to smallest. All of them were the same humdrum colour, a kind of mucky dark grey with a dark red strip around the top. I used to walk quickly past them, ignoring their existence as if that could make them disappear but knowing that the time would come when I would have to slip them on over my socks.


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