Moveee Editorials

Every phone call was a small trial. His aunt heard a woman. The call centre agent refused to believe him. His own mother couldn’t place him. In this essay, Obinna traces the life of a voice that never sounded the way the world expected it to, and the quiet defiance of letting it be what it is.

Four boys on their way to school in the Gusii highlands stumble upon a dead hyena beneath a felled tree. What follows — a butcher’s son with a stolen knife, undigested meat that doesn’t look like any animal, and a corpse that vanishes without a trace by evening — reopens every story they were told not to believe about the witches who ride in the night.