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CAROL Singwoma is weaving her way through the crowd, the eyes of the men on her dirty white knitted turtle-neck top and the little skirt covering her thin legs.
Her skin is a deep black, her eyes big and open, her features attractive, if not quite pretty.
She is giggling, her arms folded across her small breasts, aware of the attention of the men swigging from bottles of beer and swaying to the sound of the African dance music as they spill out of the open-air bar into a darkened side street on the edge of the Zambian crossroads town of Kapiri Mposhi.
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Koubra Hassabou watches the buses go; she and her family had packed their things away, but there was no place for them today. She sits in the sand, her face blank. "What are we to do?" she asks. "If we had donkeys we could go ourselves but we have no donkeys. We put a lot of luggage on our donkeys and they died here." |
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Bullets kicked up the dust in front of the armoured car. The African Union fuel convoy moving west across Darfur had driven straight into a firefight between the Sudanese army and rebels, in which the army was coming off worst. |
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In the shade of the grass roof of a hut in a village at the end of a dirt road, in the heart of a country the tourist brochures call the warm heart of Africa, a young girl is dying. Madaloo James's eyes are bloodshot, her belly distended from the parasitic worms feeding inside her, her feet swollen from the oedema which starvation brings. Thirteen months old, she has weeks to live, perhaps less. |
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Sudan masses its troops for a decisive strike on Darfur
THE SOLDIER pushed at the bomb with his foot, rolling it through the dust towards the white Russian-built Antonov aircraft standing on the runway of El Fasher airport. The plane was being loaded for another bombing run, as Sudanese government forces gear up for a military onslaught when Ramadan ends today or tomorrow.
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Litany of rape and abuse in Darfur region
One men held her arms, others her legs. They took it in turns to rape her. It lasted six hours. Afterwards, they sat her naked on a donkey and she rode back to her village as dusk fell. When the baby is born in four months time she will keep it. But a part of her will always think of it as her Janjaweed child. |
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Tony Blair admits Darfur is a tragedy. So why is he sending this gang-rape victim back to her attackers?
The Home Office is at the centre of a fresh row over its handling of asylum applications after it emerged that hundreds of people who have fled the slaughter in the Darfur region of Sudan have been told by officials that it is safe to return to their homes.
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THE room is dark, the only window fastened by a battered metal shutter. A thin shaft of light filters through the open doorway, illuminating the women sitting on the metal-framed beds crammed into the small space. Beside the women, lying on the dusty bedsheets, are the shapes of tiny children, their bodies unnaturally thin. One in ten of the children who pass through this room die. |
Elephants culled to feed state's crocodiles
DOZENS OF Zimbabwe's elephants are facing slaughter to provide food for crocodiles which are being bred for their skin in government-run farms. Conservationists say the collapse of the Zimbabwean economy has sent the cost of food for the captive animals soaring and made it more economical for the Zimbabwe Parks and Wildlife Management Authority, which runs the country's national parks, to use meat from culled elephants.
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