At the end of that first evening the villagers sat around a fire in the open and sang songs.

Then it was through the village of Matemwe, where seaweed and washing hung up to dry between mud walls, villagers sat in the shadows and smiling children waved.

In those less fortunate, villagers sit staring into ruins, and waiting.

The villagers were sitting on their charpoys, sucking lengths of sugarcane.

It is a quaint custom in which our villagers 'beat the bounds,' ride around on trailers pulled by tractors and sit on bales of straw.

A villager would suggestively sit with a bird between his thighs, "bouncing it gently up and down to strengthen its legs."

In the evenings the villagers would sit on their balconies and sing the old songs from their homeland.

The villagers were sitting on the floor in family groups - silent, watching, waiting.

In this state, she visits villagers to sit on their rib cages while they are asleep, causing them to experience nightmares.

In houses near the village today, villagers sat and stared with wide, terrified eyes.