The Chicken Man

Once, my mother phoned the man we buy the chickens from and she said, ‘Hello, is this the chicken?’ And years later, years and years later when all my sisters are already married, when I have grown up, when abajaan is already gone, every now and then, we say the story and then we laugh and laugh and sometimes when my mother is in the right mood she laughs with us too.
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