Pepo looked into the smoldering eyes of the tall man seated across from her. Something in his voice had changed and it set her on edge... ILLUSTRATION | JOHN NYAGA
The tent Pepo found herself in was damp, dimly lit and spacious. Tens of candles cast flickering lights that weakly illuminated it, enough that she could see. A low wooden pallet piled with skins and hides took up the entire right side of the low hanging structure, and on the left, there was an assortment of bundles, some utensils, crude weapons in various stages of assembly and books?
“You read?” her surprise was so great, the words spilled out of her as they formed in her mind.
