"the mountain whose jagged edges rose like a livid scar on the landscape..The silence of afternoons shattered further by the demonic roar of huge trucks thundering up and down hammering a new road between the airport and Jebel Kujur.... People said that the god of the mountain was not happy with the destruction, and that thunder would reply with thunder...The jebel was silhouetted in a desperate ritual, as a fistful of coloured fingers of light reached up but grasped only changing shadows cast down like so many moods on the mountain's exposed side"
from my short story "Gambila" Ufahamu vol.XXX No.1 Fall 2003 African Studies Centre UCLA
Many thanks for this beautiful photo.
