A Distant Elegy | A Memoir by Akal Mohan

Tonight in Kampala, you turn off your light but open the eyes in your head: to see Liz finish her life in a struggle. You see her flapping her hands as the waters lap on her face, helplessly as you yelp for any help. None comes and so she dies.  You wish you had contained her spirit before it migrated to a different realm, leaving her body—lifeless.

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