BY ISRAEL USULOR
Mimi was woken by the rumbling noise that emanated from Ikenna’s stomach. It sounded like that of a dog that ate poisonous grass. His stomach was not to blame, for, save for breakfast of the previous day, they had eaten little or nothing at all. Indeed, food was the least of troubles for people running for dear life. Mimi tapped Ikenna and he woke and yawned wearily like a hungry dog. He scanned the environment, stretched himself sideways and started cracking his fingers.
This was Ikenna’s favourite habit, and he could not avoid it even in the midst of…
