Word: cements
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...secretary. But Ghana's economy was collapsing and a crunch in the supply of building materials meant there was no work for her father and no money for fees. Some people's lives are changed by poor grades or a bad decision. For Suzzy, it was a cement shortage. Unable to afford college, she drifted for a few years. At one point she tried to join the police force in Accra and passed the initial selection process easily. But after acing her exams, the senior officer refused to let her start training, apparently because she didn't have the money...
...still 11 months away, Washington is already looking closely at which fund raisers have paired up with which candidate to get an early sense of a campaign's strength. Many fund raisers remain unattached for the time being, but the next few weeks are a critical juncture that will cement most of the notable partnerships. What used to be likened to a courtship is now more like speed-dating. What exactly makes these relationships come together? How do the moneymen and -women make up their minds...
...then pushed the bolt back with a loud clang. I looked around the room, and my heart sank. Cobwebs dangled from the ceiling; the once whitewashed walls were yellow with age and streaked with dust. The single naked bulb was coated with grime and extremely dim. Patches of the cement floor were black with dampness. A strong musty smell pervaded the air. I hastened to open the only small window, with its rust-pitted iron bars. When I succeeded in pulling the knob and the window swung open, flakes of peeling paint as well as a shower of dust fell...
...scene of hell, full of emaciated human beings in tattered clothes, with pain and agony clearly written on their wasted faces, waiting patiently for the end. Besides the hunched figures on the benches, there were others wrapped in patched quilts lying on dirty canvas stretchers on the cement floor. When I was finally sent to see a doctor, she said I had high fever and probably had pneumonia. For the next few days, I drifted in and out of consciousness. When my mind came into focus again, I found my arm bound to the side...
...assailed me. Gradually I realized that the tiny room had no windows. However, the door fitted badly; a thin thread of light seeped through the gap. When my eyes became accustomed to the darkness, I saw vaguely that there was a wooden board on the dusty floor and a cement toilet in the corner. The room was no more than about five feet square. The handcuffs felt different. They were much heavier and thicker, with a square edge, not rounded like the others I had worn. My hands felt hot, and my fingers were stiff. I did not know...