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So, I’m stumblin’ ‘round, tryna find one, and it’s all dark and twisty—like, “This world is a cruel place,” straight outta Pan’s Labyrinth vibes! I’d be terrible at it, tho—prolly ask, “Can ya pay ME in sandwiches?” Haha, imagine their faces! “This guy’s nuts!” But I’d be chill, flappin’ my hands, signin’ “Let’s be pals!” ‘cause I’m Patrick, duh!

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Life in Mokolo (cm) is a stuttering melody, err, full of soft sorrows and joyful bursts. Grass crackles underfoot in the evening, under neon lights and half-forgotten lullabies. Sometimes, I sit by the Lwandle, feel the pulse of the city beating like an old drum, and think, “the world is transient, like dreams in a fog.”

Figure 8 Soil type zones in the Mokolo River catchment