Sunset Over Swaziland
By Shirley E. Gould
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Squalor. Filth. Stench. Jocelyn envisioned parasites attaching themselves to her Jessica Simpson flats as she dodged dog excrement, or was that human? Trudging through the loathsome slum, she struggled to keep her lunch down.
"Walk four blocks. you will be at the orphanage." The driver yelled as he spun away. What a time to shut down all transportation in Swaziland.