Of course, I had expected to see a car, any car, so I was overjoyed when I saw the big-wheeled, black Jeep, which they parked in the shade of our Muzeze tree. They had arrived in in the middle of the day, so as mother and I ululated our greetings, several people raced to see them too. Some crowded around the car, talking to it, while others jumped with us in joy. We had stood there under the tree for what seemed like an hour, and when the last villager returned to her home, we entered the compound, where our roofless, brick house awaited their entry.... Full Story
