The old gatekeeper who once denied Trial Ray entry into the building couldn’t believe his eyes when they met again.
“This place doesn’t serve vagrants,” he had said.
It was Monday morning, and the sun in Uagadoo was gentle. The air was fresh after a night of rain, and the red dust still clung to the streets. The city seemed to have just woken from a dream, with small shops cracking open their doors, students spilling out of alleys, and the government buildings in the center opening their gates to welcome a new workday.
On Paul Wedrago Street, the district’s Administrative Building Number Three stood tall like an old concrete block—its paint faded but still holding a dignified appearance. Locals simply called it “the paper building” because all civil procedures had to go through there.
In front of the gates sat a small booth with a sagging corrugated iron roof, an old wooden chair, and an old man behind the desk. His name was So—the longest-serving gatekeeper in the administrative district. Nearly 70 years old, thin, with…..Read Full Story Here.………………..
