In the centre of the town,in the middle of the plains,there stands and ancient twisted treeand SANGO was its name.When thunder bellows miles away,and rain streaks through the airthe God of vengeance fills its leaveswith heralded fanfare.This Tamarind sheds its fruits to feedthe young, the old, the weak.It’s pulses mashed into a dish.Its taste isContinue reading “The Tamarind of Yubabule.”
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