Nyakallang -

The conductor raised his hand, and the first note of pierced the silence. “Nyakallang lefatsheng lohle…”

Thabo, caught in the wave of sound, began to clap. He saw the tired faces of his neighbors transform. The stooped shoulders of the elders straightened, and the worried eyes of the mothers began to shine. In that moment, the village wasn't poor or thirsty—they were a choir, and they were alive. Nyakallang

As they walked home under a blanket of stars, a cool breeze finally began to stir. A single drop of water hit Thabo’s forehead, then another. "Gogo, look!" he cried. The conductor raised his hand, and the first

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