My Top Reads of 2017. Kintu by Jennifer Nansubuga Makumbi.

He agreed that our dad would probably not notice a couple of coins missing. It took us all day and we slept that night craving sweets. I hated the day that she needed my hands to put my dads belongings in boxes. She needed Helens that day too as hers were not working at all anymore. I felt pride to be chosen, the heavy burden at first masked by my inflated ego. Humbled by a country that acknowledged the responsibility to document a conflict for those at home and for genera.

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