Diary of a Dead African
Chuma Nwokolo, 22 February 2001
“... His name was Starvation. It was two weeks until harvest and tradition decrees that not a root may be disturbed in the fields before the day of the new yam festival. The situation was serious. I released my pregnant goat to graze. Another week and the lazy thing should bear. As I feared, young idiots with empty pails were already loitering by my gate. They ... ”