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377 pages, Hardcover
First published September 10, 2019
The men took time to talk over the parts of [Bwana Daudi] that hung outside, with no bone to attach them to him. They did not think I heard them, but oh, the trouble they took to decide what to do with those, the frowning consultations, the whispering back and forth. You would think that was the most important part of a man, to hear them talk. And, of course, they did not want the women to know what they were talking about.
I soon cut through the agonized whispering.
"Whether you cut those parts off now, or wait for them to dry and fall off or shrink into him, they will have to come off him, as sure is sure," I said. "It is going to happen, any way you look at it. You may as well slice them off now, bury them with the rest, and have done with it."
They looked at me with barely disguised horror.
"If you give me Farjallah's knife," I said, "I will slice them off myself, yes I will. I have dismembered a goat or two in my time, yes, I have, and quickly too. There was a he-goat once at Liwali's -"
"Halima," Amoda said.
I took one look at his face and hurried. I spent the rest of that afternoon working with the women far from the men. So, I do not know what they decided to do with those parts, but what I do know is that there was some more digging around the mvula tree, and this time at night. The women and I laughed like anything, to think of the men gathering solemnly in the night to bury the things that made Bwana Daudi a man.