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      Bernardine Evaristo    

It is night. It is sweltering. The coconut palms which line the avenues are festooned with streaks of silver tinsel mixed with red-satin streamers, and dangling from their luxuriant green fronds are flickering oil lamps made from brightly painted cassava gourds...

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