The desert winds blew the sand deeper and deeper over the tents of Malabo in the fledgling nation of Bioko Norte, and the children huddled together. The girls: Hasma, Maita and Qena on one side and the boys: Bolaji, Kojo and Chege on the other as the two oldest, Hasma and Chege made eyes at each other and each felt different movements in their maturing bodies, movements so different, that the younger ones giggled, and a few laughed as they slowly realized those were the same movements their parents performed when they made love.

The next day, after the winds blew away all semblance of the tent and the children, all their parents found were sandals and two hands clasped together as if they would never let go: one of Chege and the other of Hasma.

The End

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