11 of 21 Our faces are oily and we are unbelievably clean including our slippers, save for Wekesa who is barefoot. We give him slippers in turns because they make him walk faster. We will be late if he keeps... Continue reading →

10 of 21 We are on our way to Mr. Khisa’s home to take Maridadi and Jenrose to his bulls to fertilize them. We are running behind the cows and Majimbo has a long whip meant for the oxen and... Continue reading →

9 of 21 We are crowded in our house, crammed in the three-sitter couch like goats in a pick-up. Wekesa’s nose is caked with dry mucus and he keeps picking it. One of us is smelling of dry urine, but... Continue reading →

8 of 21 The way Kunania walks past us in the meadow and does not greet us, you will think he is Obama and even Obama greets people and he was president of America. Kunania has made three girls in... Continue reading →

7 of 21 We are grazing our herds and cannot swim because the river has broken its banks and swallowed the pocket where we swim. We are throwing pebbles into the water. Lumbasi is saying very little because his parents... Continue reading →

6 of 21 My father is angry rather than sad when he talks to mother about the disease finishing white people in America, in Italy, in China. Mama Truphena, three hundred people all dead just today! My mother is a... Continue reading →

5 of 21 Since Lumbasi’s father’s return few days ago, Lumbasi thinks he is Jesus and we are sinners; he is wheat, we are chaff. He has not played with us for two days now. He has not joined us... Continue reading →

4 of 21 Chelsea has picked the best players and Arsenal is in for a thorough beating because Wekesa cannot run properly yet it is him we have surrendered our lives to and Timina will cry if you don’t pass... Continue reading →

3 of 21 Lumbasi sometimes thinks he is our president or something because his father gives him money whenever he appears after many months. And he thinks he is president because his father drives trucks to Uganda and Congo and... Continue reading →

2 of 21 Nobody wanted to be Sifuna’s wife because of his terrible scent and nobody wanted children that smelt of goats all day long, whether they were just sitting, standing, sleeping or just being alive. He always acted as... Continue reading →