The monotonous sound when a hundred hammers hit the rocks are echoing back from Ngwenya mountain.
It’s a few minutes past ten in the morning. Joseph Sohna (15) wants to earn as much as he can before he has to rush off to school in less than an hour. His hand, white with powdery dust, picks a new piece of rock, and starts whacking it with his hammer.
Otto, This has been a remarkable series. I have been commenting on the other site and am grateful for you reblogging here.
Oh my. Such hardship.
Great story:)
Hi Otto, I will pose to you what I did over on Oystein’s post….why don’t you put the ability to share your posts on Twitter? Thanks for considering this.
P.S. I just copied and pasted your post’s link to my Twitter site that can be found @AngelineM1…hope you don’t mind.
Of course we don’t we mind. On the contrary. As a result of your comment we have opened a twitter account: @verdensglimt
You and Øystein have done a wonderful job with this and I appreciate that you don’t talk down to the people… You’re the best!