An evangelical institution for drug addicts in Freetown. Gospel exorcizes the addiction by force… “We have everything here, man.There are rastas, druggies, hippies, junkies, dreads, soldiers, rebels, thieves, murderers–”
Wyclin stops to assess the group around him.“You know, I don’t think I’m the worst of them.” And who is the worst? Wyclin glances at a man with an absorbed gaze, sitting in a chair, immobile in the middle of the courtyard.
“Well, man… It might be the devil…”