The Cranes

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The grey crowned crane has a breeding display
involving dancing, bowing, and jumping. It has
a booming call which involves inflation of the
red gular sac . It also makes a honking sound
quite different from the trumpeting of other
crane species.
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Both sexes dance, and
immature birds join the adults. Dancing is an
integral part of courtship, but also may be
done at any time of the year.

Death traps

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This is a bridge which gets slippery when it rains. On Friday 28th there was a heavy downpour in the afternoon. As a gentleman tried crossing a bridge like this in the same area, he slipped and fell into that stream of rain water which has a life of it's own.
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He passed away that evening
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The sweet potatoes we had planted are being swept away by the heavy rain. Our sugar canes are suffering too

Pictures of the day

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We don't drink because it's fun
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We don't drink because it's fashionable
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We drink because we go through a lot each day
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We drink because we don't want to dream about the daily harsh realities
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I found them enjoying the warm weather right after a heavy downpour
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Snapped this in my mum's small garden. She likes bitter berries
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I wondered which small creature lives here
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One of my wallpapers snapped on my wall

How it all ended; A girl I used to know

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Sheepa was her name. She lived a very boring life but she was hot as fuck!!

She wakes up at 6am and leaves her place at 9am after two and a half hours of colour co-ordination debate.  She gets into a taxi and plugs her earphones in for the soothing sounds of sheeba, yes, sheeba!

Sheepa always looks well put together, so well, it’s very hard to glimpse at her rotting self. She gets to skool, and, as soon as her rotten feet touch the ground, complements gush in from all those that want a piece of that pink rotting flesh. Complements, that don’t mean jack to her.

Still, she says ‘thank you’ casually to each of those imbeciles with her famous plastic smile; one which took her years to perfect. The kind of smile politicians are born with; a smile neatly curved to hide all the gross perfect imperfections from those that think they matter.

Strutting on, she hopes and prays within, hoplessly hoping that nothing artificial falls off her rotting body for all to see.

~Wakweika

The day the BlackStars lost at Namboole

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