You scrapped the last seeds of rice on the plate which made the colour on its centre obvious and extra shiny. You could count your heartbeat.
That day, Igili came home dangling a piece of paper he called ‘transfer letter’ in front of you and you tried stopping him. But he fizzled away into a place which you later knew was called ‘Sambisa Forest’ .
Five months, one year……..and all you could remember was a group of men standing in front of your compound, shaking their heads and wearing caps exactly the same colour of your plate’s centre. Army green.


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