One fine sunny day at the Fewa Lake

‘Any luck, Bire dai?’ the young boy shrieked at the top of his voice and sank into the muddy patch by the lake.

“Any luck, Bire dai?” the young boy shrieked at the top of his voice and sank into the muddy patch by the lake. He held a plastic bag that contained the materials required to set up a fishing trap. A few yards away from the young boy, Bire stooped and ran his hands over the water’s surface. His eyes were wandering through the dense forest on the other side of Fewa Lake. It looked as though he was contemplating deeply, perhaps about national politics or his economic state. At a distance, children were getting ready to dive into the water.