Over years that constitute my age, I have lived as a refugee in a refugee camp. However it has been to my surprise that the host community takes this opportunity of having refugees in their country as a source of prestige. The graves that have occupied several acres of land in Kakuma refugee camp resulted from refugees that were shot by looters at night who were specifically from the host community. As a journalist who had worked in Kakuma, efforts to stop such practices ended in unnoticeable success.
The smoke blankets the loft of the shed. But only when you are at the roadside facing the graveyard, you envisage the navel of the shed. She covers her navel with damp attires. Dust is blown onto it by the winnowing wind of devils and the spirits of the ghosts caress these damp clothes. You can have your choice of a material which you will find definitely a few strides to the closest market called Libya.