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THE COLOUR OF STONES 1 When you arrive in this misnamed country, come to the crooked hills; the fierce, verdant eyes of Sierra Leone, its mythic blood, crazy history! Named in limestone - Wilberforce, Regent, Leicester, Gloucester and Charlotte- the old, smoky villages of deft colonials and benefactors are dying. Quarried with ruin now, they were once the crown jewels of English Christian love. 11 Under the tamarind, the gowned- women in kabaslot are shy, but still invite young men to their modest homes. They dim the paraffin lamps, offer sweet fibers of ginger, the sorrel fragrance of golden days, and move their lips, as though under the magic of the Gambian herb, with which the Aku women once tempted the mouths of Christian lovers. 111 The secrets of golden age, entombed in the old grannies' bones, have turned gray; but they shimmer and refuse the eternal death stamp. Fiery lianas, they twine round the bodies of the young, philistine ploughmen, who are reckless with adzes. Ah, those beloved grannies, eternal and watching, as new arrogance drapes their smoking hills, which will never die- always alive- this mountain country!