To find cassava roots. Funny thing is, I couldn't find any. All that's available at the moment is maize and sweet potato.
James was my kabanza driver today. I love this mode of transport even if it is a bit slow on the uphill.
A wealthy man
Imagine a web of permaculture artisans weaving a web through the canopies of trees, protecting and connecting each system to create harmony within. There can only be one language or religion in the natural world and that is, to me, to just be the best me. Be the best you you can be in every given moment as every tree and every blade of grass aspires to be. This is what nature intends.
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