Yesterday a man died on the street.
He was out with an old buddy, drinking. They enjoyed the best spirit in the world : Sodabi. They just over drank a bit, and we’re surprised by a big rain, while on the way back home, singing to the ghosts of the city.
Now, it’s the raining season here. The deceased man body was not able to balance his temperature to the chilly two hours heavy pouring rain from a leaked June sky.
He died at the step of his room. His friend narrowly escaped but needed hot soup, and heavy covers to get well.
Sodabi is the God of the poor here. Even the bad Sodabi is more appreciated than all the literature in holy books.
Unfortunately alcoholism is becoming a trap getting a majority of men here in trouble. They can’t kiss their wives anymore or the wives reject them because of the Holy smell from their skin and mouth. Sex is so abundant for the only two men who are not alcoholic in the country.
We are reaching the level of Boris Yeltin Russia in Togo. Except lottery tickets are emptying the coffers of all families here.