...look around you, this is the jungle, you got bushes and trees everywhere, in my country nothing grows. - Nadifa Mohamed

Mogadishu the beautiful - your white-turbaned mosques, baskets of anchovies as bright as mercury, jazz and shuffling feet, bird-boned servant girls with slow smiles, the blind white of your homes against the sapphire blue of the ocean - you are missed, her dreams seem to say.

....the weapons were pens, books, chalks and blackboards, the heroes simple teachers.

It is the kind of place where human skeletons might sink into the soil undisturbed and unmourned.