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He stopped in front of Shabani’s veranda. “You are the famous one,” the old man said.

His bare feet touched the mud of the yard. The rain soaked his faded shirt. He picked up the seed, held it in his palm, and looked around Ngoswe—the dark, sleeping ward, the puddles reflecting the faint glow of a distant streetlamp. ngoswe kitovu cha uzembe

He stepped off the veranda.