Kuomboka

I took a quick hold of my son.

My eyes were like a portal to a black hole.

Harry— the way I said his name- with a mixture of something that was not myself.

I grabbed his hand in a quick motion.

My eyes now seemed to be staring off into outer-space.

Harry— I choked on his name- with a tinge of scarlet spewing out of my chest.

I pushed him, and he landed in the back of the Nalikwanda.

My heart sank.

Harry— I whispered his name, and hoped that Nyambe and the Zambezi gods would keep watch over him.

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