With Omar Bah Growing up in my native village of Kerr Dekodeh, North Bank Region of The Gambia, I remember often waving at planes when they flew over with the dream that one day, I would board one to either Europe or America. At the time, no one in my village knew much about the existence of China. I am talking about between 2002 and 2010. At that time, if you asked anybody at my village where China was, they wouldn’t be able to tell. That dream…
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