The last generation that passed nothing on, by Stephanie Shaakaa

A few nights ago, after a morning rain had washed the dust from the compound and left the earth dark and fragrant, I found myself standing alone beneath a light bulb gathering termites.Read Also: World Cup and the fading republic of humanity, by Stephanie ShaakaaAt first, it felt like nothing more than coincidence, the kind of ordinary evening that does not announce its significance. But the longer I stood there, bowl in hand, watching the insects circle the light in restless clouds, t