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The lukewarm fingers of nostalgia stroked the hearts of the old, garnishing the smells and the sounds and the fires with old truths turned to dull uncertainties in today’s environment.

— Moses Isegawa Abyssinian Chronicles (1998)

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The skyline, gawking with architectural indigence, towered over the bowl like a row of stained, gap-toothed jawbones.

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The razor crackled and filled with stubble as I dragged it across valleys and ridges. Birds chirped fussily in the tallest gray-skinned mtuba trees. They jumped up and down on one branch.

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Each jubilating hand had the potential to vivisect, each hailing mouth had the power to condemn someone to death.

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All these white people believed they were scoring a point with the monkey thing, but they were not: they were just scratching their own assholes.

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Every migrant soul was now a compact little ghost captured in words, invoked from the lacuna by the oracle of Grandma and Grandpa and made to inject doses of old life into our present truncated existence.

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