Of all the places I have been to,
in the Gambia that is, the memories that stuck with me through the years were
the ones made in Jangjangbureh.
By far, that island used to be
the neatest, tidiest, most organised and most enchanting town in the country, a
town where every kid attains at least basic education.
Even with the country’s
development arrested and the town fairly deserted, the empty storefronts,
street traces, lampposts and almost decaying government quarters can tell how
dope the place used to be. I hope it's revived someday soon.
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