“ This illness does not discriminate,
rich, poor, black, white, sick, healthy,
it knows no class or creed.
It takes no prisoners. It kills.”
At first I was just petrified of the baby, later I was
petrified I was going to murder her. Sana was
convinced that all the baby needed was a good long
soak in her traditional concoction, as had been done
to her grandmother, and her great-grandmother for
all of time. Over my dead body, I said (as had my own
great-grandmother in my defence when I was a baby!)
and sent Sana on her merry way. Now I was stok siel
alleen. Where was my mother, you may ask? Down the
road, exactly where she had &VV