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215 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 19, 2022
"Once you've been laid in the earth, time will start to do its work, and for all their good intentions, the people who knew you will gradually forget, till one dry season comes when not a soul ventures forth to your tomb."
"Somewhat unoriginally, she decided to call you 'Liwa Ekimakingai', meaning 'Death was afraid of me."
"The greatest sign of intelligence is to recognise intelligence in others."
A tiny old man, hunched, with a red hat and shoulder bag. He reaches the foot of your tree, hastily grabs the mangoes and stuffs them into his bag, without asking our permission.
'What are you up to, sir?’ you ask him.
‘It's the only mango tree in the whole cemetery, so it belongs to everyone, otherwise you have to go outside, and people on the outside are so horrible to us...'
You detect an unpleasant smell. The little guy needs a shower, you think. He is barefoot, his nails like mountain ridges.
Strands of his hair trail from under his hat; like long twists of creeper. In the popular districts he'd get taken for a rasta come down from the mountain after years spent meditating, living among wild creatures.