The word “thief” incensed the loafers so much that someone struck the first blow. Illustration/John Nyagah
There was a knock. Kamu’s woman woke up and climbed over him to get the door. She wrapped a kanga around her naked body with the irritation of a proper wife. When she unbolted the door, night was beginning to depart, leaving the sky dawn grey.
The woman considered herself Kamu’s wife because she had moved in with him two years earlier and he had not thrown her out yet. Every night, after work, he came home to her, brought shopping, ate her cooking and he was always ravenous.
