WE now enter into a section of this true story, where strange things begin to happen.

More than all mornings, Lady G. was stunning. And her beauty was Bruno’s ache. She was now lying prone--her face downwards

The affliction that a wayward child causes in the breast of the mother or the grandmother is the same for all women.

BRUNO went to the back of the bus and made the last-row seats his bed. Syp and Lodoviko settled about the middle; and Lady G. was still...

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Bruno was rigid in his position. He held onto his lifejacket with both hands. He longed for the ride to end.

Upon this cry the children aborted their games, and scampered to hide behind their houses. But what was happening? Mama Pelela was coming.

The seller picked the guitar from the hanger, dusted it off, talked to it, called it by a name of a certain grandmother in his lineage

SYPROSA had never been to a nightclub.

And whenever people cannot study a face they say the owner of the face is strange.

Outside, on the white walls of this house, and inside (still on the walls) were condensed the history and culture of a people.

She knew her family would worry; and the worry would spread to the neighborhood and the church

One lanky tout snatched the bag from Lodoviko and shot to a half-packed matatu, bound for Kitale.

Once a while he’d tour the forest to purify his mind, which was often upset by the anxieties of youth.

Thus, a sheep trader met a taster of mutton that Friday in Malava town.

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