The original victim still lay forgotten in the sand, still writhing as concerned caregivers tried to make him comfortable with water, massages and one hundred suggestions on how to fix ruined knees.
A stoic person, Yaya would very much be anywhere else but at the heart of Mafoluku, listening to music he’d grown up listening to, but had never loved.
Snapping suddenly to an upright position, Yaya charged his shell-shocked attacker, who, caught ball-watching, stood helpless in the face of his foe’s barrage.
