“Even when hawks steal their children, what do they do? Nothing, Nonso. Nothing. How do they defend themselves? They have no sharp fingers, no poisonous tongue like snakes, no sharp teeth, no claws!” She stood up then and walked slowly away to a distance. “So when hawks attack them, what do they do? They only cry and wail, Nonso. Cry and wail, finish.” She slapped her palms together in a sliding gesture, as if she were dusting one palm with the other. He raised his head again and saw that her eyes were closed. “Like even now. You see? Why? Because they are umu-obere-ihe, minorities. See what
...more
