We all event qualms and anxieties once we circulate from the identified to the unknown. although our success in lifestyles may well rely on checking out limits, our faintheartedness is a reminder of our want for protection and our information of the dangers of venturing into alien worlds.
Evoking the recent, dust-filled Harmattan winds that blow from the Sahara to the Gulf of Guinea, this e-book creatively explores what it capability to be buffeted by means of the unexpected and the unknown. Celebrating the life-giving capability of individuals, areas, and powers that lie past our tested worlds, Harmattan connects existential power to the act of resisting prescribed customs and wondering got notions of fact. on the book's center is the fictitious tale of Tom Lannon, a graduate scholar from Cambridge collage, who continues to be ambivalent approximately pursuing a traditional existence. After touring to Sierra Leone within the aftermath of its devastating civil conflict, Tom meets a author who is helping him discover the probabilities of renewal. Illustrating the truth that sure elements of human lifestyles are universal to every person despite tradition and heritage, Harmattan remakes the excellence among domestic and global and the connection among wisdom and life.
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