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“Are you Kwame?” the young man asked.

He was simply there.

Ny had been his younger brother, born on the same night their mother had seen a falling star split the darkness into two halves. They had done everything together—fished the same river, chased the same girls, built their mud-brick huts side by side. But Ny had a hunger that Kwame did not. Ny wanted to see the machines, the tall buildings, the city that hummed beyond the horizon. One dry season, Ny packed a bag with dried yams and a photograph of their mother. He promised Kwame he would return in one year, with gifts and stories. bole ny