Ngoswe Kitovu Cha Uzembe -

“ Kesho , friend. Today I am conducting an important study on the flight patterns of that pigeon.”

Shabani looked at the tree. Then he looked at his veranda—the cracked slab, the rusted roof, the post that children were afraid to touch. He looked at Ngoswe waking around him: Mama Nuru pumping water, boda-boda drivers revving engines, children racing to school. ngoswe kitovu cha uzembe

And on the spot where Shabani’s veranda used to stand—for he had torn it down to build a small nursery school—grew the Tomorrow Tree, which still blooms every dawn, reminding everyone that kesho is not a curse. It is only a promise waiting for today to keep it. “ Kesho , friend