“Here, have some, Papa.” I offered him water in a leafy cup I made.

Weh, my child.”

He drank the water. Gong, gong, gong.

“Thanks, son. Run along now.” He ruffled my hair.

“But, Papa…!”

“Yes?” Eeyes lighting up he said, “I cut palm fruits! I am cutting mbanga!”

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A Day with Papa by Vivian Sihshu Yenika is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License, except where otherwise noted.