Deeq A. Posted Sunday at 04:22 AM Mogadishu (HOL) — At dawn, as the sky blushes pink over Nyangambe’s parched fields, Mari Choumumba strides purposefully toward a cement pit humming with life. The air here carries the sour tang of decay, but to her, it is the scent of salvation. Source: Hiiraan Online Share this post Link to post Share on other sites