I felt Soila touch my arm and my body waltzed in bliss. She was the love of my life but the way she aroused my laing’oni and ashamed me in front of respectable women left me more depressed than I should be happy.

Soila was the aurora of Nasipa, the unicorn of the savannah and every Nyangulo wanted her. I vowed against all odds that Ole Karuko’s son who I refer to as a Moilaa (dung-beetle) that he will not take her away from me, again!

I don’t love the sound of motorbikes nor that of generators. This is why I retract to my small cave of what people call loneliness and boredom. My name is Simintei, I am as I am not my father’s son. I am a bastard.