“Who stole your stuff?”“That kimwanamke I married.”“I will need a list of the things you say your wife stole.”“I just told you, Sergeant Makini, everything! Just keep her still long enough for me to pry this baby out of her.”I stand at the head of the bed and give Millicent my hand. For now…”“Push!”“There is no talking, Makini.” To Bertha: “Get this thing out of me, woman!”We hear a baby cry. Her entire demeanour softens, tears roll down her eyes as she proffers her arms for the baby. Millicent and Bertha turn to me.

Source: The Star October 11, 2020 03:00 UTC