A teenager in Khartoum. 

“Look at the loads on those poor donkeys! They look so tired and they’re so skinny.”

“You feel sorry for these donkeys? Not that man lying on the ground? Not all the poor people around?”

Pause. 

“But why do I have to choose?”


Some days I stroke my cat and tell my plants my truth of it: nature is where we all come from and where we all end.