Just like that, it's maize season.

Visiting a traditional healer.

And just like that, it’s maize season. Carol selects two cobs carefully off the charcoal fires at Rutinda. “How roasted?” she asks me and I select one. It is tough to chew. Everything good is.

The wagtail wobbles because once, it kicked the sky. Everyone knows this about the kanyamunyu but it is news to me. I remember my father loving these comical blac…