here is also a feeling that I don’t want to be a part of this, that this, all of it, is something I don’t want in my life right now, or ever for the matter, and I’m feeling this the strongest. It’s not that I lack empathy necessarily, although that plays a role, it’s something more. It’s something about me, something in me
Mwute opened his eyes slowly to find himself on the floor. His clothes were covered in dust. He turned to see whose hand was holding him. He saw Omiiko and tears filled his eyes. He was grateful and ashamed at the same time.
“Do you want to die?” MaMa na asked. We all became worried at the sound of death. Not again, not too soon after BaBa died in a suicide bomber attack in Borno. It is barely one year since his departure and now Adizah my elder sister who I have always looked up to was going to Liberia to die?
