The Paris Review

We All Fall Down

They sayed she had gotted a white mans education. She had climbed the jet and flied across the ocean to read abroad. They sayed she had a big house in the big town of Meru. A big house and big car like a Prado that all the rich people driving in town. They sayed she had one children. A boy children that go to big school for rich people. They sayed she had a law degree but all she did was obey the orders of the wardens and pray. She prayed a lot. Some of the times she used to cry small small when she was praying. Some of the times she would kneel down but not that many times. The wardens would beat us when we showed funny behavior. Mange never showed funny behavior. Mange toed the line.

They sayed Mange was in remand. No one knowing what Mange had done to enter prison, not even Kanini whose elephant ears could hear anything in the whole kambi. Every weekend we sitted at the water tank during lunch break and listened to Kanini tell lies about why Mange was in prison.

“I met a chokoraa who saying she burn down the school of her son because they beat him badly.”

“I hear she stole a lot of money from the gavament is why she is rich. Is true!”

Every evening after supper we sitted at the water tank with toothpicks from the bush fence laughing as Kanini prayed like Mange in comedian voice to make us laugh.

“Oh God I pray to you to help me because I am living in bad

You’re reading a preview, subscribe to read more.

More from The Paris Review

The Paris Review1 min read
Two Poems by Sara Gilmore
Mad as only an angel can bethe angel’s lip curls like a dog’smad to make an angel curlof their angel lip, mad to dogmad to the third rail the angelrides beside on the stupid angeltrain, spreading their angel kneesso you can’t sit down. That angelis m
The Paris Review29 min read
The Art of Fiction No. 264
Javier Cercas rose to literary stardom in Spain with Soldiers of Salamis (2001, translation 2003), a novel about a forgotten incident in the Spanish Civil War. The book is narrated by a struggling novelist and cultural reporter also named Javier Cerc
The Paris Review15 min read
The Miracle
At first, they talked only of Sanfilippo. “I said, you know, thank goodness it’s not autism,” Jenny said, so exuberantly that it took Marion a moment to register the joke. “We thought Danny might have autism,” Marion said. They sat in Jenny’s living

Related