Later, the man who purchased Kandia would insist on calling her newborn child Moses. This was not so important, thought Kandia. The sound was close enough. And she would know her son by any name. She could smell the clay and iron in his skin. She and her child had been stolen from the place she called home, the people she called family, but on the morning that her son was born she decided that no, she would not allow them to be stolen from themselves.
