At eight in the evening, Father’s shift was coming to an end, and the noisiest sound on the floor was his belly, an accomplishment considering the din of the hospital. It was loud enough to make the nurses banter in Swahili, ‘Hey, baba, someone is not feeding you right,’ and ‘The poor man, starving! Someone should fire his wife.’ It did not help that Fa…
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