Mapacha en Côte d'Ivoire

Part 1 - Across the shimmering sand, the multiple tracks telegraphed the culmination of numerous voyages by the ocean's decapods. The glassy beautiful. . .

Part 2 - Despite her revulsion from tippling and Nsia's in general, Banou devoted her time to Nsia herself. She enjoyed her moment. . .

Part 3 - As the fragments of light seeped through the curtains, Banou lay on her bed in dread. The tiny room. . .

Part 4 - It was still dark outside, but she could hear the choir of birds as they invited the sun with their. . .

Part 5 - He sat in his beloved Peugeot outside his house as the radio whispered the late-night news. While seated in the. . .

Part 6 - Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the airport. Mapacha was the first one out followed by the taxi driver and. . .

Part 7 - From high up in the air, they could see the magical beaches of Abidjan. The wide sand was swallowed by. . .

Part 8 - For a moment he thought it was all a dream. The incessant knocking did not subside, and it dragged him. . .

Part 9 - The following morning, Mapacha scrubbed his skin till it became raw. He could not get enough of the hot water. . .

Part 10 - The following morning, the team met up again at the cafe they had breakfast in the previous morning. As before. . .

Part 11 - After breakfast, the group headed out to shop in Treichville. It was a radiant morning and the energy of the. . .

Part 12 - Banou's stomach turned as she packed her bags. She had awoken before dawn and prepared for the big day. To. . .

Part 13 - "Enter there," Gwafa pointed to Mzee Tembo, who directed the Renault into the Treichville Station. He parked at the remote. . .