Those Years Gone by…

13 We were lucky and wasted no time at Ibbi. Ibbi was like the determinant allowing early or late arrival. As a kid, the River Ibbi was like a whole town to me. You couldn't see one end from another, and I was mighty afraid of all the water. Still am. We used the ferry … Continue reading Those Years Gone by…

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Those Years Gone By…

12 The road we took after we left eatery at Pambeguwa must have been one of Daddy's short cuts. It was lonely, understandably because it was late, but we could see lights from far off. Daddy said it was a short route and we would connect, cutting off some kilometers. Shadows were cast on both … Continue reading Those Years Gone By…