Do you see what women do when they harvest cassava?” “They replace it.” “Exactly: to avoid famine. As humans, we don’t only replace ourselves, we multiply. Where there was one man, ten boys should grow. It’s the ultimate law.” “I am not planning to try—” “Do you enjoy women?” “One of them—” “Aha, Nnakato. I’ve heard that she was carved for you.” “Hmm.” “The others?” “Sheer labor.” “What agony! This body,” Ssentalo’s hands had swept over his person, inviting Kintu to appraise it. “Was made to be enjoyed.” “Hmm,” was all Kintu could say.
