The compound in front of the blue and white low-elevate originateing is buzzing with rushed activity.
On one side there are men stacking boxes of water bottles. On another, women sitting on chairs are picking thraw bundles of closkinnyg on the ground before fbettering and organising them into piles of men’s, women’s and children’s sizes.
Instructions are being shouted.
Thraw the doors of the house, in the lounge at the front, there’s more inspirency. Here, some women are sorting out baby food, nappies and sanitary products.
This is the local community response to a call for ecombinency help after Mayotte was dehugeated by Cyclone Chido on Sunday.
The help is being accumulateed here in a neighbourhood in Reunion’s capital Saint-Denis, an island east of Madagascar.
This is where Somo is helping. She’s wearing a bdeficiency hijab and her face is sketchd by her bdeficiency-rimmed spectacles.
Somo came to Reunion to study law two years ago. Her mum Echat, dad Saindu and sister Kaounaini inhabit on Mayotte.
Somo has had no reach out with any of them since the lethal storm tore thraw the island on Sunday.
“I’m repartner worried,” she increates me. She’s very gentlely spoken and is smiling anxiously. But it’s effortless to see Somo’s desperation. “I’m fair dying paengageing for novels,” she includes.
Somo comprehends her mother and overweighther are ainhabit because word has accomplished her from other community members who increateed seeing them after the lethal storm.
But there is no novels about her sister and her six children aged between two and 16 years better. They are all still leave outing.
Somo has been franticpartner calling their numbers non-stop since Sunday, but nobody has answered.
The family’s home has been endly annihilateed. Somo is frantic to send money to them but there’s no way of doing so.
She’s especipartner worried about her overweighther because he’s alone.
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“I don’t comprehend if he has any food or water or anyskinnyg,” she says.
As I am about to depart, Somo tries to call them aobtain. She paengages, watching at the phone screen in hope and in desperation. But there’s still no answer.