Bundled in the satchel that Doctor Xironga had given her as she was leaving the Regina Zimbabwe alongside the statuette was the male-procreation pole sculpture.
“Why"d he do that?” Kwena asked, peering somnolently at her from her perch atop a rock.
It was nearly nightfall, and Nosuma had driven relentlessly north, stopping only to urinate once, her bladder about to burst, and then stopping here after Kwena had begun to rouse.
She"d helped Kwena from the vehicle and had stood close by while the drowsy woman had emptied her bladder. Mother Faiyum had packed them something to eat, and Nosuma had unpacked it, helped Kwena to eat something, and then had turned her attention to the satchel given her by Doctor Xironga. She hadn"t eaten, afraid of what would happen if she tried.
She stared at
