June 21, 2012
It was a quiet hot afternoon as Aisha Mama told her story and people, both ghosts and the living, were gathered in their houses after lunch lying down in the cool shade. Hani and Kadijo moved close to their mother as she spoke and even their dead father got up from his distant spot and came and sat closer under the shade of the avocado tree. In the hush that covered the town Aisha Mama’s story poured out from her and spread. It was a sticky story.