Word: acacias
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Earliest man lived in these landscapes, among such animals, among these splendid trees that have personalities as distinct as those of the animals: the aristocratic flat-topped acacia, the gnarled and magisterial baobab. Possibly scenes from that infancy are lodged in some layer of human memory, in the brilliant but preconscious morning...
...Watching the baboons is like watching a soap opera," Strum says, "except that the baboons are much nicer people than you see on Dallas or Dynasty." A visitor walks out with Strum among the baboons at 8 a.m. in Laikipia. They are feeding on the buds of an acacia tree not far from the granite kopje where they sleep. Strum knows all the baboons. "That is C.J. and Ron," she begins. "The female is Zilla. C.J. and Ron have a conflict of emotions." Ron is new to the troop, and so is Ndofu...
John Garang is seated in a dry riverbed, under the sweeping branches of an acacia tree. Around his belt, the tall (6 ft. 4 in.), American-educated leader of the rebel Sudan People's Liberation Army (SPLA) wears a knife and a 9-mm automatic pistol; his thick hands are clasped around the stock and barrel of a Hungarian-made AKM assault rifle, private serial number 000. Suddenly, the stillness is broken by the shouts of 1,000 of Garang's guerrillas passing on their way to battle at nearby Kapoeta, a southern Sudanese town 140 miles east...
...constant air bombardment is probably the major cause of casualties. It also shapes practically every aspect of life behind E.P.L.F. lines. Unless skies are overcast, vehicles are not permitted to move during the day. Trucks or jeeps are hidden beneath nearly every acacia tree. Antiaircraft guns are on constant alert. Every rebel building is covered with vines and tree branches; * some permanent structures have 2-ft.-thick stone walls that can withstand barrages of shrapnel. Civilians are regularly lectured on how to wipe burning napalm jelly from their skin...
...when you reach an edge and leave the city behind, there is no sense of leaving anything, because the fried chicken joints, the car washes, taco houses, newspaper racks, billboards, stop lights and, along your flanks, oil pumps bobbing like giraffes eating the tops out of acacia trees just...