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How Ten Thousand Termites Escaped from

                                   Captivity


          Homer  Henry,  field  officer  of  Crude  Devices,  Inc.,  was  plodding
        down a rough trail late one August afternoon. He wasn’t very happy:
        the per diem was higher back in Jombougou, the capital, and the three
        bottles of warm beer he had consumed with lunch were expanding his
        belly  to  the  circumferential  limits  of  his  sweat-stained  mail-order
        safari-shirt. To make matters worse, the rainy season seemed far from
        ending and Homer’s new engineer boots were caked with mud.
          One village remained on his work plan for the day, and toward it he
        resolutely slogged, led by Amadou, CDU’s local-hire chauffeur, guide,
        translator  and  office  manager.  Amadou  also  held  a  doctorate  in
        agricultural  economics  from  the  University  of  Nebraska.  Homer,  as
        did his predecessor, leaned heavily on his assistant without appearing
        to  himself  to  do  so.  Crude  Devices  had  a  new  U.S.  government
        contract to develop ‘appropriate technology’ for the inhabitants of the
        Sahelian nation  Forolonkolo;  Homer Henry was determined to find
        something his company could exploit for, well, everybody’s benefit.
          “Many wise old men live in Sirabana,” said Amadou, pointing ahead
        to their destination. “We shall learn much if we are patient.”
          Home ignored the implied rebuke of his past failure to observe local
        etiquette.  Squinting  back  along  the  rock-strewn  pat  they  were
        following, he said,  “If they’re  so smart, why didn’t they move their
        village next to the road, like the others we saw this morning?”
          “Eh,  you  find  the  unwise,  Chief?  It  will  be  seen  that  the  micro-
        economy of Sirabana has remained as it was before independence and
        Western assistance.”
          “But  they  must  be  poverty-stricken,  Amadou.  How  can  they  get
        their  surplus  agricultural  products  out  to  market?  How  will  they  be
        able  to  buy  radios,  detergent,  nylon  tee-shirts  chewing  gum  or
        cigarettes?”
          Amadou, always smiling, replied, “One would suppose they do little
        selling or buying. The taxman probably absorbs  their entire surplus,
        should they have any.”

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