My son is given an ark
Inside the red, plastic hull are pairs of molded elephants, zebras, giraffes, lions and doves. This Noah, clenched in my son’s hand, wears suspenders, hip waders and fisherman’s cap. He might as well be on a cod trawler. I wonder what his plans are once the waters dry up. Another white man with a Big Five game reserve. Surely his wife bites her tongue, wondering about tourists, if she’ll have to breed her own economy. Why not a pair of sheep? Chickens? She pleads with my son, “Wasn’t my sister worth twenty elephants?”
(written by Claire Tacon, read by Chioke I'Anson)
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