Man in Kayole cries after seeing stolen shoes in his dream walking away with his shadow

It was still dark outside and the usual Kayole silence had not yet broken into the loud bustle of city life. I had gone out early to open our family kiosk. That is when I saw a man I knew very well. He is called Otis. Most of us call him Baba Nuru. I’ve known him since I was a child.

This morning, he was not himself. He was crying. Real tears. He kept mumbling something about shoes and shadows. Most of us thought maybe he had lost someone….Continue reading