by Gill Ainsworth
“You are lucky; I have already imparted that to you. It is the life inside you that is suffering.”
“The hospital doctor looked at my baby through my tummy. It’s happy and normal. Asifiwe Bwana!”
“You may praise The Lord, but He cannot alter this, Madam. I have told you that!” For the first time, Ess noticed anger in the Mganga’s voice. He swatted at flies again, taking his vengeance out on the insects. “The Lord will thank you if you kill it,” he said in a more gentle tone.
Ess stood. “Kill my baby! For what?” She dropped a couple of shillings at his feet, and then stomped across the dirt track to her car and Kazungu who was waiting to drive her home. As she climbed into the vehicle she shouted, “To keep you and your stupid superstitions in business?”
“Madam,” Kazungu said, as he put the car into first gear, “you should show Mganga respect. He is a very wise man.”