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The world died in phases. First, the rains diminished, falling in sparse drizzles, and even when it did fall, it wasn’t really rain, but a perverse mixture of water and pollution.

We were five, sitting on the ground, playing tinini tanana. We scrambled up, laughing when the whirring of an airplane in the sky interrupted us. We jumped, shouting and waving, telling it goodbye...

Every staff quarters’ kid in Bukembe thought Kennedy was immortal because of his wide feet and wide palms and his solid frame as though he was carved out of a rock; so they nicknamed him Eliya Wanameme, a demigod

A skittering headless corpse breaks the silence. My forelegs grip it. I can’t stop myself; she is the softest of them all and her body drips with juice as I hold her