Warm breath pushes down my nostrils past my mouth and divides my chin.
I lean into his stomach; my nose pushes into his fur.
Jimmy rolls his eyes and says, Youve lost your marbles.I lift my glass and look.I am seven years old, and I still do not know why everybody seems to know what they are doing and why they are doing.Thats what Mum says to me all the time.They are headed away from the kitchen, and I follow them into the long clumps of uncut grass at the top of the garden, Juma at my heels, as they weave in and out of Babas tractors, swerve to avoid dog shit, run through shade.It streams down the pipe, marble-bubbles running down a soft translucent tube of sound, like a frog.The stage is beautiful.
She runs toward Jimmy, who is tall and fit and dark.
Arms and legs and ball are forgotten.Id think that Kenya is a far more diverse place than that, with many possible Kenyans of many backgrounds.They are coming wow emu hacker latest version close.It is not however a perfect book.The thousand suns are breathing.The beams fall onto branches and leaves and splinter into thousands of smaller perfect suns.It is 1978, and we are all in Lena Moi Primary School.Then they turn, shouting hi to Zablon, the cook who is washing dishes outside in his white vest and blue trousers and Lifebuoy soap and charcoal smell.Juma whines, like a car winding down.