Then a huge articulated lorry came thundering past, so close and so fast the Landrover shook wildly. “Shit!” Uttering that expletive, Njoloma woke and rubbed his eyes. “Well that’s better!” he proclaimed while starting the engine and driving on.
I feel lucky that I found my own hive through the humanities. The only difference is that our home is not the cracked trunk of a pecan tree but cells in a worldwide colony. Still, our shared values keep us connected.