In a slough, rather steep, covered all round in withering brown and green tall grasses there was a cleared space. The tactfulness with which the inhabitants had built the raffia tent that wore a new look every day and was beautified with grasses and tree branches made to stand tall would amaze every architect that’d see it. The tent was built lying under a mango tree that covered it and would not be seen even from the air. Beside the river, the breeze was scratching the cold spacious tent and soothing the smoky red faces of more than twelve males under the roof. With the effect of the naked light from a tiny tin of oil lamp that stood on top a bench, the silhouette of the night seminar participants was ghostly. Whatever they were saying came in the clearest of husky voices that any close e
