Ngoswe Kitovu Cha Uzembe |top| -

“It is the Mti wa Kesho —the Tomorrow Tree. Plant it, and it grows one foot every night. But here is the trick: it only grows if you water it exactly at dawn. Miss one dawn, and it shrinks back to a seed. Water it for one hundred days, and it will bloom a flower that grants one true wish.”

The old man placed the seed on the veranda rail. “Keep it, then. Or don’t. Kesho is a heavy blanket, too. But blankets don’t grow trees.” He stood, dusted his jacket, and walked away without looking back. ngoswe kitovu cha uzembe

“Shabani, the water pump is broken. Come help fix it,” his neighbor, Mama Nuru, would call out. “It is the Mti wa Kesho —the Tomorrow Tree