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Young girl hawking sachet water. Image: The Guardian |
The little girl ran up to me, somehow
balancing the crate of boiled eggs on her head and trying to keep her falling
wrapper in place. Her feet were clad with slippers that were well worn and
designed with holes. She couldn't have been more than eight years old and as
she reached me, the smell of her unwashed body repulsed me more than she could
have imagined. As she raised her head to ask if I wanted the eggs, I had a full
view of her face.