![]() Master sat in an armchair, wearing a singlet and a pair of shorts. They went past a sign, ODIM STREET, and Ugwu mouthed street, as he did whenever he saw an English word that was not too long. Ugwu wondered if she, too, could feel the coal tar getting hotter underneath, through her thin soles. His aunty walked faster, her slippers making slap-slap sounds that echoed in the silent street. He would never be able to describe to his sister Anulika how the bungalows here were painted the colour of the sky and sat side by side like polite well-dressed men, how the hedges separating them were trimmed so flat on top that they looked like tables wrapped with leaves. He had never seen anything like the streets that appeared after they went past the university gates, streets so smooth and tarred that he itched to lay his cheek down on them. ![]()
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