POLITICS OF NANSANA KBWA

Previously

…He looked at his mother, at Anya, their lives so simple, so vulnerable. He knew, with a certainty that settled deep in his bones, that his own journey, and perhaps the fate of Nansana, had just taken a sharp, perilous turn. The quiet streets and the anxious faces of the market were no longer just a reflection of Nansana's current troubles; they were a beacon, a warning of the storm that was gathering, a storm he had inadvertently witnessed brewing in the shadows. The knowledge he now possessed was a dangerous thing, a seed of truth planted in the fertile ground of fear, and he had no idea how it would grow.