Nightand day, the cattle merchants stand or squat on their heels, feeling the rumps of the animals about to be shipped to the other bank of the Red Sea. From time to time, they lean over to spit out juice from their quid as their eyes and hands size up sheep, rams, kids, cows, and calves with meditative detachment.
Our street performers, who are paid by the Coca-Cola dealer, loudly praise the Coca-Cola Company all over the place. They really whoop it up, waiting for the Arab boss to throw them their little weekly coin. They vow to hang the other guys high. They treat us as if we were a contagious disease.
Sitting on the veranda, we watch the rain fall in the courtyard and sense the earth giving out its smell of a pregnant woman. Time falls drop by drop. A few sheep huddle in the least humid corner of the square, now deserted. In the nearby alleyways, you can hear steps sinking into the mud. The wedding of water and crumbly earth. The earth seems to be softly crying under the steps of men.
Abdourahman A. Waberi was born in Djibouti in 1965 and has lived in France since 1985. He has published numerous books, articles, and stories. J. M. G. Le Clzio recognized and paid tribute to Waberi in his 2008 Nobel Prize in Literature lecture. Waberi is currently teaching African literature and postcolonial theory at the Claremont Colleges in California. (updated 10/2010)
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