By Modou Ceesay My journey in the Sahara with 179 migrants in a congested truck began in Timbuktu. Soon we ran into a fight between Gambians, Ivorians, and Guineans. Four days into the journey, the four barrels of water mixed with petrol that we used to drink, with each having half of 1.5 liters for 24 hours, got finished. The driver ran through a war zone as I observed debris of landmines, guns, and broken cars. He knew when he stopped, we woul…
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