Their faint conversations were punctuated by hissing and cursing.
Everyone was in a prayerful mood.
It was a scene of lamentation.
At halftime, in my compound, I heard one person ask, accidentally though, the score of the game from another person with whom he was not on speaking terms.
Ivorians withdrew into their shell, even eye contact was to be avoided.
At halftime, in my compound, I heard one person ask, accidentally though, the score of the game from another person with whom he was not on speaking terms.