Namanga is a very very small town that could easily swallow
you up in its own small social politics
then vomit you through its congested exists.
But in the news: East African community market, big business
coming our way. Oh yeah and the perpetual hostility just below the skin?
So everyone is selling off.
Plots and wasteland.
And the local club is
moving further inland and the wildlife running away, dying.
But we have the animal protection in patrol.
While the white rocks; where do the white rocks end up?
The soil for the
roads- yea yea- we’ve seen the trucks.. ah so much soil Mr. Chin, but the
rocks? And beneath the white rock?
And they peep and whisper as I pass .
“Eva,” they
respond to my “soba.”
I wonder which Bantu doesn’t cal nyau nyau. I mean cat, cat. so they now call it pepo and
they watch me closely, and I wonder where nyau got bruises on his head and I wanna just shake my
fist at someone, but I would rather not. 2 years . 2 years is not a long time. Maybe
my next home will have a balcony, and less Bantu.
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