The passengers from the cruise ship stepped onto land to be greeted with a cacophony of sounds. Tribal drumming from one quarter, taxi drivers spruiking in another and the other quarters, two schools competing for attention, the begging bowl in front of the children who were performing for the cuiselings like seals at sea world.
There were passengers who were comfortable engaging, whilst others walked quickly away. Some paid money for photos with a near naked child whilst others gave generously, having no idea where that money would eventually go. Others, preprepared, came armed with paper and pencils to donate to the children. They knew it was the basics that were needed. For a short time the children would not have to use a canary feather dipped in tar to write their alphabet on a scrap of paper.
Word count 138.
In response and with thanks to Priceless Joy who hosts Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers each week and to Goroyboy who provided this weeks photo.