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136 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 2007
„The moon rose at eight. The child lying in her arms seemed larger as I gazed at her through the banana leaves. I could see only part of the child and her mother. She wanted to tease us, of course, unveiling her beautiful face shyly, slowly, as she did when wooing her husband, Sun.
“Is it true Sun made Moon pregnant and denied responsibility when the child was born?” I asked Nyinabarongo.
“Yes,” she answered. “There are actually two children. If you look closely you will see the second one. Moon was very upset. That is why she runs away from Sun every time he tries to catch up with her to apologize. By the time he rises in the morning, Moon has already disappeared. At times she doesn’t appear at all.”
"The Lendu woman asked them to go and liberate Zaire too, after they were finished with Uganda, and kill or chase away that dictator, Mobutu," Jungu said.
When Idi Amin came to power in 1971, he wanted to convert all the people to Islam.
Uncle Kembo made money from trading on the black market, selling goods that had been illegally imported into the country from Zaire and Kenya.
When the fighting stopped, I left the hospital and started treating people, using the knowledge I had acquired. Many babies suffering from ebino used to be brought to me. The first signs are usually diarrhea and a fever, at times accompanied by vomiting, which might be mistaken for symptoms associated with growing of milk teeth, if the baby is of teeth-growing age. But as I have explained before, these are not really milk teeth ... some evil people bewitch babies, which causes the tooth buds to rot. If you don't extract the infected tooth bud, the child will die.
When Patrice Lumumba was killed by the Americans in 1961, there was a lot of fighting in Zaire.
But Kaaka did not understand their language. Uncle Kembo said they were speaking in Kiswahili, a language mainly spoken by Amin's soldiers.
But the old man had argued that the Lendu people were useful because they had rid the village of monkeys by eating them.
Whenever there was an important function at our church, his wife would borrow one of Mother's best gomesi to wear to the event.
It was the time when Indians owned all the businesses in the town. This was before Amin chased them away. They also owned the coffee factory, the cotton mill, and the sawmill. They were very rich.
There was no soap in the shops at the time, so we would pluck papaw leaves and squeeze them until they produced thick, dark green juice that we would mix with hot water. The mixture produced foam just like soap.
Friday was always a holiday because President Amin had declared it so. It was a day when Muslims went to the mosque. On Saturday, we would resume school and then rest again on Sunday.
Mother used to smear her with red soil from the anthill and put her in a dark room so that the measles would not affect her eyesight.
By evening, we were ready to take our most valuable possessions to the pit: the bicycle - which Father had dismantled - our mattresses, the radio, the saucepans, and our best clothes. We covered them with mats and goatskins, then we placed two old corrugated iron sheets on top.
He told us that President Idi Amin was about to be overthrown by a combined force of Ugandans who lived in exile and the Tanzanian soldiers who were assisting them.
She used her walking stick to hit a banana-fiber ball out of her way, and it rolled towards us before falling into the water streaming out of the bathroom enclosure.
The Lendu woman was lying on her mat, using a flattened banana stem to pillow her head.
Nyinabarongo had already spread out her two mats and her child sat on one of them, eating a roasted cassava.
Our sleeping place was a short distance from the house on the edge of the banana plantation where smaller trees had formed a dense little forest.
Father returned from the house, a panga in one hand, a blanket and a long, heavy coat in the other.
I've eaten many jackfruits today. And papaws. And mangoes. And avocados.
"It's not the food," Kaaka said. "It's because the baby you are carrying has a lot of hair. That's what is causing the heartburn."
We were all eating our evening meal in the yard between the main house and the kitchen.