“I will begin with myself.”- Lutalo


Lutalo sat on a rudimentary wooden bench, rocking his ten-month-old baby girl, Lullu, on his lap. His ears perked up, as she whispered something to him. He let out a nervous laugh. “You know what she said? She said don’t die, father. Please don’t die.”  

He looked around his farm uneasily. Normally, he wasn’t one to get ruffled; but what met his eyes was disheartening, to say the least. Continue reading ““I will begin with myself.”- Lutalo”