Another image etched in her mind was of the women walking along the street carrying large baskets on their heads filled with fruits like mangos and small melons, bottled water and assortments of trinkets. Some even carried babies or small children wrapped snuggly around their backs in drab-colored clothes similar to that covering their heads: faded-blue, dingy-white, gray- and black-colored turbans. How on earth, Priscilla wondered, do they do that?
She saw some developmentally disabled people, hobbling along on makeshift crutches and some other people who, to Priscilla, looked like lepers. These people, mostly men, did not use crutches of the type Priscilla knew: slightly curved and padded at the top for a comfortable fit under one’s arm. No, these crutches were hand-made from tree branc
