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The streets of Nzara were lined with posters announcing the blind guitar player’s forthcoming concert. These had been subjected to a variety of distasteful alterations. The local children, who viewed everything as a possible source of entertainment – even their parents’ underwear – had scribbled graffiti onto them, while the grown-ups preferred to tear them from the walls and replace them with pictures of naked women, dirty jokes and other lewd images. Or they would leave them where they were, but add a few amusing touches. That morning, Lewis sauntered through the streets, his jubilant mood transforming the ferocious heat into a refreshing rosy haze. The Needle’s face gazed down at him from almost every corner, sporting a thick white beard, droopy ears, and large, ogling eyes in pla
