The river was once home to crocodiles who instilled fear in the locals, they’ve all been hunted for their skins by now and sadly none remain, but still today people carriers have eyes to ward them off, whilst the fishing boats don’t.
The water serves as life to the people of the delta. They take from the river to moisten their land, capture its fish to eat, wash in it and transport their goods to the market on it. Yet despite that symbiosis there’s a disinterest and lack of nurturing. It is littered and dirty and sadly not offered the respect it deserves in return for all that it gives. I struggled with that.
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