“You may assume that a war torn place is aware of the abnormality of its situation. That it will, for your own modesty hide the graves, the torn clothes, the guns slung over shoulders, the hostilities.
It is possible that this happens in certain places. Not here. Surely, you think, your civilian Kenyan ego operating at full capacity, people will even shoo you away, with a gun even, when faced by your scar free self: fat, sleek, eyes unable to keep the pity out. This is Sudan.”
This story is about a Kenyan writer commissioned to write about sleeping sickness in Southern Sudan. It is also a heartrending story about a returning doctor, poet and humanist who exposes the heart of the people he encounters.
I love poetry.. I recommend this book to my likes.