“WHEN DID I STOP BELIEVING THAT trees could walk and talk? There was one tree, at a guess a young Nandi flame tree, or sebetaiyet as it was locally known, that was so tall it seemed to brush the sky. A bougainvillea had scrambled right the way over it and draped the entire canopy in a cape of leaves, thorns and orange-pink flowers.
Korongo mfuko shingo (literally bagnecked
