Short Story : We were born in dry season — 31st December 2016 By Sam Felix Each month, our mother used to leave us twice to visit our sick father in Ukanafun. She would hold us together under her arms, caress our heads, and then tell us to be our brother’s keeper, love one another and live in peace till she would return. Before leaving, she used to procure for us the following items: a bundle of white candles, a packet of matches, two litres of kerosene, a bottle of olive oil, a rosary for each of us and a big Jerusalem Bible.Then we would be marooned in the palpable quietness of our 1980’s model of thatched house that went dark even in the afternoon and cold on sunny days. At night, we would pack ourselves at a corner, in our mother’s bedroom, sing a few songs and pray the rosary, till we would doze on each other’s shoulders, with our ears wide open to hear a cock crew announcing a new day. During a visit in November, my mother stayed at Ukanafun longer than u...