Borrowed Days

Part 1; Everyone Knew, No One Said It People in Kanyama didn’t say it out, but everyone knew. Days could be borrowed. Not metaphorically. Not poetically. Literally. A day of your existence, including twenty-four hours of breathing, hunger, laughing and sleep, may be transferred to someone else. You would wake up one morning and feel lighter, shorter, as if your shadow had shrunk. Meanwhile, the borrower would stand up straighter, his eyes brighter, and move with borrowed urgency. There were